HISTORY

© RYAN GUILEY

Some may never experience love,

But we are fortunate as we rise above,

I can feel your warmth and power,

Holding on, standing tall like a tower.

 

You complete me, as I complete you,

I feel your hand and touch so true,

Three beautiful children that shine,

The oldest who just has turned nine.

 

I don’t know what it’s like to feel,

The first time they rest on is so real,

Their smile and the breath of a baby,

Thanking you, to have you as my lady.

 

You need to teach me how to braid,

As our remarkable family will never fade,

They will get older, finding their desire,

Hoping they find someone they admire.

 

They couldn’t take my heart or soul,

As they have invaded and have just stole,

I have reached a new dimension in life,

I owe it all to you, my lovely wife.

 

Beneath the darkness and the despair,

You were the only who love and cared,

It just made us stronger and bolder,

Dancing away, as I touch your shoulders.

 

Did I have you think on certain occasions?

Symbols and occurrences gave me persuasion,

It isn’t a coincidence for some matters,

As it was filled all over on my platter.

 

I gave myself clues so I could retrace,

Never forgetting the wedding gown in lace,

Why did I do certain things is not a mystery,

As our love is now written in history.