Some days,
it felt more like our hands were entwined,
marching on forever,
hasn't it?
I imagine that it will always
be that way,
and that every battle won
will make us much stronger together.
Do you dream like I often do
of the good times
and yet worry over the bad?
I want to always
be like this,
hopeful and free,
loving and loved;
I can never imagine a better life than the one
by your sides.
I wonder if there'll always be a way
to come home to you,
to feel safer here by your sides
than anyone else's.
I know that I'm not nearly strong enough,
but every time, I help you out,
I feel happier
as if finally things are the way they should be.
Do you ever doubt yourself
like I do,
like I've done?
I always imagine you
to be braver than me regardless.
I wonder if love grows
like the plants that I've always known,
does it dance
too?
I can't help but wonder
if I'm lost as I write this,
if I've stumbled a little too far,
a little too hard,
Forgive me if I do.
I don't know
if we'll always remain like this,
but will you promise me
to try too?