In love and happiness, for better or worse, in sadness and sorrow.
The days go by, countless they pass. I remember the days gone by, the walks late at night and your glistening hair in the moon light. I remember those days. I remember running across a bridge to capture your heart as you captured mine.
For better or worse, I may be flawed, but I love you.
I never thought there was a love so strong, so powerful. I never thought someone could capture me in rapture and delight, in pain and misery and in happiness and laughter. Life is all of those things, as is love. And love, my dear, is life. Without your love I was lost, with your love I have been found.
I am so lucky. For so long I wasn’t.
Yes, I am flawed. You know that and you love me anyway. You offer me your smile in the morning, your call during the day and your hold as the night comes. What did I do to deserve it so? Your love. What did I do to deserve you? I don’t know, but with open arms I am here – grateful and in admiration.
I watch you sleep now, so peaceful and so calm you lay there. And yet, you can be a fire, a burning furnace in the light of day, you can put me in my place and then hold me close.
Yes, I am flawed.
But you know that’s okay, because at least with you, I am whole. Now, oh sweet precious now, with you, I am a better man.
I love you, even though, yes, indeed, I am flawed.
~Bryan
Finding the right person can change the world, even if you are, as I am, flawed.
