Love Isn't Prideful
Because I love you,
I tell you to sleep,
wish you well dreams,
and tell you good morning.
Because I love you,
I listen to you sing off key,
put up with trashy tv,
and rant with you against the night.
Because I love you,
I give you room to grow,
space to heal,
and a place to feel.
Because I love you,
I'll drag you back from the edge,
when rationality folds to emotion,
when you're done.
Because I love you,
I open myself to your friends too,
and listen to music that makes me think of you,
and keep your photo in my room.
Because I love you,
I give you pieces of myself to hold beneathe the light,
I let go of that morning's fight,
I listen to your advice.
Because I love you,
I'll be honest,
won't push you past your limits,
and trust you to do the same.
Because I love you,
I'll hold you when you cry,
give my jacket to keep you dry,
and tell you when I say goodbye,
that I love you.
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