I wanted to write for you.
I wrung myself out,
but found that I did not know the words I needed you to hear--
that I could love you a thousand different ways,
or kiss you with the blessing of a thousand different sunsets,
and never grasp how to tell you what you mean to me.
But you are my foundation,
and I am in the process of building a life that I might be able to live,
because you are the only thing that has ever made the ground stop
moving beneath my feet
because those kind green eyes still my roiling soul.