I write about the things I feel the things I see,
The very things that puts a strain and distance of the love between you and me.
This is not meant to carry a traditional rhyme,
Though I constantly read and re-read over each line.
They say through time age develops like fine wine,
However I still find the time to cut down the wisdom like a tree vine.
You may say I’m clever because I able to write with flowing words,
But it’s really just my thoughts floating about the air like birds.
Treasure the gifts and talents blessed upon your heart,
Time is so short but long enough for a new start.
As I continue on the journey of life with you in mind,
I hope I make you proud no matter the constrain that love binds.