Warming will

Ours is one among the stories, The kind too perfect to believe, A tale that feels imagined, Yet stronger than it seems. The past was ours to conquer, The present still our own, And somewhere in tomorrow Our love has already grown. Late nights drifting south, I wonder, How far our paths may roam, Yet every road reminds me Your heart is still my home. Whenever life grows heavy, remember I am beside you still, Your man, your quiet amber, A steady, warming will. Loved beyond all numbers, In every breath you hold, Only you my eyes behold, Just as you’ve always been told.