Future

In the gentle depth of introspection I concede,
That in the wreck of my defects in you I find a need.
My constant thoughts that center on a future filled with you,
Are nothing next to the effects of finding out they’re true.

My love for you, try as I might, just cannot be expressed,
Caught in the wind of love again, you are my one request.
I yearn for days ahead when I instead can hold you close,
The days we’ll be together for forever unlike most.