You

• Brian Callaghan
• Poetry
• 2010

All the time we spend together,
Those sweet nothings we share,
We always understand each other,
With the extent to which we care.

You always make me feel better,
Keeping at bay the winter air,
I’ll never know another,
Nobody could compare.

At the end of your tether,
When you have morning hair,
Only me it wouldn’t bother,
Even that withering stare.

If you don’t remember,
It’s something I can bear,
My one true love forever,
To me, you’re always there.