Change: Not I, But We

Another sappy poem to my Wife.

Change: Not I, But We

By: AinmhiDarkFyre
Written to my beautiful Wife.

Born into darkness and pain of past,
I learned early on not to be like glass,
Though my earliest pain will always last,
I quickly became a scarred hard ass.

I then grew up in a old school farm town,
I learned the values of a simple life,
I learned what makes me smile or frown,
And vowed never to stray even in strife.

I learned a way of doing things my way,
And promised to never ever compromise,
I thought it all as clear as a sunny day,
Life was Black and white in my eyes.

Then along came my beautiful love,
You found a way into my heart and Life.
You came in from somewhere above,
For a while now, you’ve been my wife.

There are things I said I would never do,
Ways I had thought I would always be,
Yet I find myself doing things for you,
And changing so that I becomes we.