I used to write a lot of poetry. About nature, about war, about hope and dreams, and yes about love.
In high school, I wrote a short, 4-stanza poem titled My Beloved that no one really understood at the time. I was asked repeatedly who I’d written it for, and kept giving the cryptic answer, “I don’t know yet.”
Fast forward a little over a decade and I finally met the woman for whom this poem was meant: my wife.
Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I wanted to share a little bit of romance with you. So here’s a love letter, written more than 10 years before I met the woman to whom it was dedicated.[ref]If you can wrap your head around the causality of that, you deserve a medal![/ref]
Be kind to the poem below … remember, a teenager wrote it.
My Beloved
When I look on you,
I see your face;
Your beautiful smile,
Your twinkling eyes.
I see your soul,
A magnificent angel.
I see a mind,
So broad and so fine.
I dream of you,
I long for you.
Your touch comforts,
Your smile slays my demons.
I see you and smile,
For I know I am safe
As you welcome me into your arms.
I pray this dream never ends.
