The first time we met,
It was comforting to see your smile reach all the way to your eyes.
The gentle way you encouraged our minds to meet,
And did not treat me as yesterday’s baggage—
Thrown forgotten in a corner until convenient to unpack.

You stopped mid-act the first time we made love,
Seeing the hidden pain of past memory on my face,
Willing to do whatever I needed.
It is one of my most treasured moments:
To be given humanity without resentment or dismissal.

As we explored this thing called relationship, neither certain for different reasons,
I fell in love with you despite you, you old grump.
Always wary of one of us dropping the other shoe, doubt was often my bedfellow.
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