The First Time Was Just Practice by Amy WustrinYou are a blessing that I can count on
The words that twist my speechless tongue
Resting at the tip of it, standing their ground
Wary to remain silence, desperate to become sound
You are the pangs of separation
Supplanted by genuine unification
You are the promises others have broken
At last coming true without need to be spoken
You are the attachment I tried to deny
The reflection of my authentic self justified
That I need to be needed, that I need to need
That the tighter you hold me, the more I feel free
You are a reason to revel and smile
A sweet spark of madness to savor awhile
You are a reason to belly-laugh
To multiply joy, cut sorrows in half
You are my every unlikely desire
A strong gust of wind turning embers to fire
You are the hope that I longed to let go
You are the bliss I thought I'd never know
And when I say "I love you"
That's not what I mean
Those words do no justice
To the breath in between
To the heart that beats faithfully
Only for you
Or my deep gratitude
For the sweet things you do
For your unfailing love
For the soul within you 01/18/2017 Author's Note: Hi guys, it's been a while!
Posted on 01/18/2017 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
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