You Are My Reason, But...

My dear,

Monday was an amazing day,
I hope I'm not alone in that sentiment.
For when we talked,
we settled things.
Finally, put an end to this.

Not so much an end
- in a manner of speaking -
we made a beginning out of a start.
Somehow we added a climax to a finish,
while we gave wonder to a wondrous work of art.


Cora, you are,
and forever shall be
my reason for everything I do.

You may not believe when I say your beautiful,
but I mean it.
You know I do.


You're the reason my world is here
before my very eyes.
And you're the reason I write this know...
or at least the reason I try.


That talk on Monday,
that awkward trial,
the conversation I now reminisce.
Each "but,"
every "if,"
followed with a "can never happen,"
each of these to me are bliss.

Hundred, if not thousands, of reasons
propel us to move apart...
but for me there's only one reason that matters,
the one that owns my heart.


"Cora, I really do want you back..."
I broke the tension with.
Of course, followed swiftly by a mumbled "but..."
under the watchful eye of logic.

However, as I said that simple thought
I realized how little it meant.
Every possible objection measured nothing
against the love I've spent.

I couldn't think of anything else!
Anything that mattered at all!
Other than the fact that I need you -
that's right, you -
for without you I would fall.


And then the most amazing this happened,
you squealed in existential delight.
I swear Cora, I nearly started crying,
for that was one hell of a night.



My Dear,

You are my reason, but...
you are so much more than that.
You are your own... unique, strange person...
and I love you all that more for that.