Sunday, February 26, 2012

Living

The day I looked,
Observed your eyes,
I didn’t see a woman.
I saw a future.
Bright, vibrant, lively
Something to build on,
Something to strive for
But it takes hard work,
And patience will weather.
Giving up will seem inevitable.
But with time,
We will develop,
And mold into one.
Through harder times,
And through easier times,
Because I am living to breathe
Not just any air,
But to share yours
Through better or worse
And I will do anything
To see it through
Until the very end
Because a future without you
Is not a future at all

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