Who You Are

Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell on this, on who and what you are...
For me to know such perfect bliss, my wish upon a star
Came true when I first met you, when I simply saw your name.
I never will forget you and I’ll never be the same.

The magic in a poet’s mind, allure of ancient dreams,
I knew our spirits were aligned as wondrous as it seems.
No textbook on a bookcase shelf could tell me this was true .
The definition of myself is someone loving you.

For you no obligation just to know the way I feel.
My heartfelt adoration must your precious light reveal.
It matters not our circumstance or miles that lie between.
To meet you is to know romance like none I’ve ever seen.

So instantly I recognized connection of the soul,
Before I knew it- realized that you had made me whole.
The love that was inside me that I might have never known,
It was your right to guide me for the love would be your own.

I never was who I am now before I saw your face.
I’ve loved you all my life somehow, but this was more than grace.
For you have let me touch you in the deepest of all ways,
A miracle as such to make me happy all my days.

I only wish that I could speak of what you mean to me.
Forever I will try to seek those words of poetry
To take you in this heart of mine and show you who I know.
So you can feel it start to shine as I have loved you so.

John H. Bidwell