Poems--So Many Things

So many things...

So many things I know not about her

Of things that inspire or make her wonder

Things that come together to picture a person completely

Her dreams, her

Emotional seams

Devotional scene

Or

The ocean she sees

So easily.

So many things I will one day understand

Where, in the meantime, anticipation stands;

You know, patience demands

That I take all of it in as a delicate sand

And

Not trap our dances in hourglasses standing on end,

But instead,

As few of the so many things that I do comprehend, I

Can simply keep wishing her smile radiates what she's thinking,

That as many of the so many things as she'll one day choose to give me,

This bit of a smile and a kiss on her face,

And the way her two eyes light the way to a place

only hers and so privy;

That the little things we have shared--all the glances and stares, emotional dances and flares, bursts of words and illogical thirsts for the other--that all these little things,

Worth so many things,

Will earn a page in everything that will one day describe how our sun rose and shone and gave birth to a soul, unexpectedly so, unpretentiously old, so...

endlessly and neverendingly molded by the so many things I still don't know but hope to...

and it's those so many things that so elate me.

She is so amazing.