might just be the perfect time...

when you are on my arm
or holding my hand,
for what it is worth...

I feel ten foot tall
and like the
luckiest man on earth.

for
we all have a story to tell
and if you are lucky
you may have two...

my first is how
I lost myself
and my second,
finding you.

if only you could see
that sparkle in your eye,
everytime you smile.
it stops my heart,
for a beat or two...

(or maybe it is all that goat's cheese!!)

i have given myself such a hard time
for not being ready to be in
whatever this is.

You gently remind me
(one night,
behind the safety of closed doors):

that
"sometimes,
being in something
when you think you are not ready
might just be
the perfect time to be
in something."

(or words to that effect)

and then
you smile again,
the world is perfect
& everything in the universe
is as it should be.

yes,
we all have a story to tell
and if you are lucky
you may have two...

my first is how
I lost my eyes
and my second,
seeing

you.

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2011.

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." (Plato)