To My Future Wife
To the love of my life
My future wife
I know not who you are
Nor do I know if you're near or far
Maybe you're someone I've already met
Whatever the circumstances yet
I have a few things I'd like to say
On this cold January day
The road to you was hard
Leaving my soul and body scarred
But I've done my best to grow
And to be apart of life's great show
I battled with insecurities and weight
And blossomed a little late
But I've done my very best
To have my sins confessed
Sometimes I figured I ought to die
Without truly knowing why
I whittled away my self-confidence
With very little common sense
Depression wore down my heart
And poisons tried to tear it apart
Meeting you proves I'll have survived
To see my spirit finally revived
To the love of my life
My future wife
I seek shelter in optimism
But perhaps it's narcissism
To assume I'll even meet you
But even when I'm feeling blue
And though I feel wary
I know one day I shall marry
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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