Lion.

I await your roar, I await your signal.

I recognize who you are,

Not through a rose colored lens

But through the only lens I know

I can only judge the person

You have been to me.

That person is truly

The best parts of you,

The parts you may not see.

Don’t wrap yourself in what has happened

Instead dive into what can be

A story being written

Beyond our control

Throughout the years,

Teaching us lessons simultaneously.

Meet me at the river, where the brick path bends and the view of the bridge is spectacular on a sunny day, engulfed in clouds and memories. I’ll be wearing that dress you love that swings around my legs while it blows in the wind. I’ll be wearing a smile on my face, that same one from the first time your eyes met mine. I’ll be wearing that perfume of rose and sandalwood, the one that drowns you in the memory of the first time we kissed.

Take a walk with me, and grab my hand. Take a look at me, let me know where I stand.

Meet me at the river, at our old bench by the rocks where the subtle sounds of the water crashing calms my nerves. Let me look at you and tell you my thoughts. Let me whisper in your ear. Let me muster up the courage to… just… wrap my arms around you and sink into your chest. To hear your heartbeat puts me at ease. What I want to say is: I don’t know if you see it, but we have built something here.

Take a walk with me, and grab my hand. Take a look at me, let me know where I stand