I hope that you’re up for a challenge.
Because when the wind is strong
I usually tend to falter.
I want that strong wind to blow me to
after a trying day.
Then, my head will fall
Exactly where it needs to.
I hope you know,
that I am always writing poems for
You, in my head and on paper.
In the middle of the grocery store
and in between the sheets.
Loving you is a 24/7 job,
and I am up for the challenge.