As you wrote your lovely words,
I was beyond confounded by their power
Over me. This muse has deferred
The time, until I sleep, on which to shower
Me with dreams of love and peace
Where he whom I have yet to meet
Laugh and talk and become friends.
All of which unavoidably sends
Me in a wishful state of memory,
Wanting companionship divine
Knowing the time is not arrived.
Yet yearning for it desperately
Out of my grasp for now.
As I wake, the lasting wisps of your
Enchanting grace wash out
The cobwebs of my lingering fears.
I am enlivened and unafraid,
Ready for all that comes today.
My darling muse of a friend,
I owe you to no end
For wiping away even unshed tears,
Showing me I am enough,
That I deserve everything, and more.