No expectations
No demands
Allowing me to grow and bend
When the time comes the winds blow
The earth shudders, the heavens sigh
In your eyes I am made to measure
You see all that I am
All of who I can be
Pen in hand as I bite my lower lip
You sit across the room watching me
Writing and thinking, words endlessly flowing
Your whisper reaches my ears
"You were made to measure Sweetness, made just for me"
Still you sit there, across the room, watching me
Twirl my hair around my finger
Watching as my thoughts flow and linger
My head bobbing to the music
Scribbling furiously across the pages
And I whisper softly through the air
"You were made to measure Baby, made just for me"
You chuckle softly and walk over to me
Sit beside me on the floor
Wrapping your big arms around me
Whispering once more, now gently into my ear
"Yes Sweetness, even through our fits of insanity"

"Yes Sweetness, even through our fits of insanity"

That line struck home. Wonderfully expressed sentiments about the flow and ebb of relationships.