Sincerely,

by F.S. Yousaf

One of my many goals in life Is to give you the type of love That I had always desired.

How could I possibly be content With an outcome That is everything But you and me?

You saved me From the dangers of my mind— Your hand Was the only one That could reach me.

You saved me From myself, And make every day Worth looking forward to.

Your fondness for me outshines The others in my life— My eyes have just not Adjusted to your light.

The love I cherish most Is in the form Of an eternal flame. Through wind and storm, Rising, and never dwindling.

Comfort within a person. That’s what our love is.

As if I am finally being watered After years of being barren, All while knowing others do not feel The sweet liberation of compassion. I will never get used to this splendor.

We are defined as works-in-progress And will be so our entire lives. As long as we do not stop in the tracks, What we have can flourish And be built further Than the eye can see.