I used to dream of this very day,
The day a average rope would fray,
Seemed like an endless sleep,
And all life was; was counting sheep,
Well I realized what was wrong,
Her voice was already a sweet song,
My ears in dire need,
This feeling only grew from seed,
A tightened chest,
Thanking god to be blessed,
Blessed to see no such other beauty,
And knowing hes done his duty,
A careful approach,
Cannot be coached,
Something to do on your own,
Afraid to express the feelings that have grown,
The tired and sleepless nights,
Waking up in a night of endless frights,
Not knowing what your life would be without her,
And this poem for her ; for sure,
