I am not a beauty. I am not slender nor full of grace. I am not brilliant, I am not young.
But in a room with you, you look at me with such belief that I pray. I have the widest crooked smile, the truest laugh, my marmalade eyes sparkle like diamonds. I bite my lip when you whisper some inane secret in my ear just to see my dimples. You kiss my lips as only a man who has seen too much death does. You make me into the girl that wants to tell everybody our story. I want to ride wild horses with you instead of run from them.
When I drank all the wine, weeping that I was an orphan now, you swore an oath, you and the fellas would always be my family. You drew me a dandelion and left it on my pillow after I confessed my secrets. You hold my hand on your chest at night. You laugh at my temper and reason with me. You told me you bought me glasses so I could clearly see your intentions. You are the high school jock, the loveable nerd. You are the poet that sketches his desires in words. You served your country as a solider and then served the world with your heart. There you were all this time by my side, all these years. You see through my battle worn visage.
No diamonds,treasure or glitters, no I love yous, not even a song could ever compare the fact that you took my heavy life stained sword into your wide hand and avenged my heart.
You have awakened my hope and given me a fresh sword.