I am starting to see that you were made for me.
Not cliche but in a very real way.
My eyes dart between your perfections.
Only a pause when lids close to find your lips.
With arms around you and a lift, no more weight.
You speak in ways that seem as if I wrote them.
Always knowing when I need before I do.
I have seen you forever waiting in dream.
Recognized from lives far beyond this.
Electricity runs between and never is draining.
How hard must we have fought to find us.
With trillions of stars in our way.
I am starting to see you fit me where I was missing.
© Jeph Rants
