Used To You

Did Heaven think we both were bored?
Who ever thought of “Us”? Oh Lord-
What ever Gods said- “Mix those two”?
But still, I’m getting used to you.

From spark to flame, to roaring fire-
‘Till blinded by intense desire-
A greater storm there never blew-
But still, I’m getting used to you.

It’s Heaven, Hell, and all between-
Like nothing I have ever seen-
I’ve died each time I thought, “We’re through.”
But still, I’m getting used to you.

We’re dueling hearts, but what’s the prize?
You kill me with those precious eyes-
I’m caught, much worse than crazy glue-
But still, I’m getting used to you.

I can’t believe I feel this way-
Completely captured every day-
It’s always- always- you know who.
But still, I’m getting used to you.

Of all the love two hearts could find-
Who knew- that we would get this kind?
Each second- dazzled- right on cue-
But still, I’m getting used to you.

How can two hearts get used to this?
It’s love- my angel- not to miss-
You’re every dream in life come true .
Thank God, I’m getting used to you.

John H. Bidwell