by Wandering Muse

Created on: October 24, 2010

Reality is coming home to you everyday,

and knowing

you'll always be the wonderful same.

You're not going to turn my world upsside down

because I burned our supper

or spilt hot coffee all over my cold hands;

 you aren't going to play games with

my head

my emotions

my self esteem.

Sometimes

when I look at you

I know I'm still dreaming-

reach out to touch you

And you are real, solid, sexy.

You give me space to think and you

are always there with ready kisses and laughter

and I am

coming home to this every day,

and not

the sad twisted fate I knew before...

my old life that was full of wanting,

sadness,

need.

I couldn't have picked a sweeter the-glass-is-half full

life

than what we share, where

everything is new again, and everything

is falling up

bubble-happy, and warm.

You repaired my rose-coloured glasses;

and taught me how to love again.

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