My Sweetest Love

I don’t know the hour or the day

I’ll receive the gift of gazing upon you—

Of seeing the eyes of love reflected back.

To hold your tiny hands,

To kiss each finger and toe,

Each one a fragment of the love that made you.

But I need you to know a few things.

You will not have to fight my wars.

You will not spend your hours

Healing what I lacked the courage to face.

For that, I promise you—

Every dark corner in me,

Every ache and tear,

I will tend and soften before your arrival.

This world will bring you its own storms,

And you will climb your own mountains—

But never mine,

Nor those that came before us.

The depth of my love for your soul,

Your face,

Your laughter,

All that you will become,

Is radiant and endless.

I have yet to find the other half of you,

But rest assured—

I will choose with the same wisdom and grace

That guide me through these battles now.

I dream of your laughter,

Of small hands in mine,

Of tears I’ll one day wipe away,

Of running through the rain together,

and giggling until the sky forgets to cry.

My sweetest love,

There is never a moment

I don’t face my battles

Or wage quiet wars within myself

To ease any suffering you might inherit.

And though I may falter,

I will always return to you

With a humble heart—

To mend what I might carelessly hurt.

Until the day we meet,

I am preparing a life and a heart

Filled with love, gentleness, and compassion

For you.

You are already written in my stars —

You are the soft echo behind my healing,

You are my becoming.