My boyfriend to be, who now also happens to be my husband, wrote a poem for me before we even met face to face for the first time. Michael truly pierced my soul with his beautiful words and on our engagement, presented me with a bound book of everything he's ever written for me. Here was his first to me, and for the first time in my life, I knew I was about to meet what I used to believe was a cliche of a word, but now is my reality: soulmates. The photo above was taken in Tulum, Mexico which was where we flew to get married. We were in the middle of a fun photo session popularly named "Trash the Dress" where the bride wrecks her wedding dress after her wedding, symbolizing a cathartic freedom from all the pressures of planning a wedding, when we met two older Mexican gentleman, who offered Michael and I a bible and blessed our marriage. It was one of the most special moments in my life and I knew someone was looking out for us when we met, on our wedding day and in our lives.
Listening to jazz--
punctuated by falling rain
as it hits each window pane--
my mind wanders in and out of you,
curious, yet
cautious.
I make excuses
why you're not quite right for me
when really
I've no right to say--
but every one before you
has ended in just
me,
so why should now be
any different?
Not that I'm looking for a
we--
not just yet, but
maybe
someday
when my heart finally decides
to fall for this mysterious woman
in the unwritten pages of my future,
when I'm no longer a fool for trying
because I don't have to try
I just have to be
me--
and then I'll be here
and one
with you
and we'll make love
listening to jazz
punctuated by the falling rain
as it hits each window pane--
and we'll laugh at how incomplete
the music was before us
and we'll weep at the beautiful harmony
we create--
You and me.
