You Made Me Smile

You made me smile, for you called me your babe.

I’ve waited so long to know how you feel,

Yet I’m still cautious, not quite trusting,

For your words are riddles wrapped in rhymes.

Sometimes you’re close, and sometimes you’re far;

Sometimes I wonder where you are.

Though I hold out hope, wishing you’d draw nearer,

Patience and trust are not my friends.

Each day, I scour for signs, everywhere, in every way –

Signs that your heart is healing,

Signs that your feelings might mirror mine.

And so, I wait. And wait. And wait.

Yet fear fills the empty spaces in between,

For love with you is sometimes lonely, sometimes magical,

Sometimes quiet, and sometimes just a friendship’s touch.

But today, you made me smile,

For you called me your babe.

You rushed off on a trip without a goodbye –

Yet hurried to call me after: but why?

It is said that a drunk man tells no lies,

And so, drunk, you spoke your truth:

You said you feel as I feel.

But do you? Do you truly?

For you are, to me, the air I breathe,

The rhythm that pulses through my soul,

The fire that burns steady and bright in my heart.

So tell me, my babe: is your love as boundless as mine?

Do you truly feel as I do?

It is said only fools rush in.

“Eat slowly,” you said.

But I have thrown caution to the wind,

Trusting my fate to its unseen hands.

So, blow me to you, but never blow me away.

Be the fierce hurricane that claims my heart,

For it is yours, and yours alone.

Because at last, I see: you are my only fate.