Do either of us remember when we
first put chisel to stone?
Cracking and carving away at our hearts?
Yours was solid granite;
mine was closer to concrete.

I felt you watching me from across the room,
your eyes like lead weights on my heart,
compressing, squeezing out any doubt I had before.
I snatched your heart the moment I entered;
you brought mine to life.

The rocks around you heart
were already cracked with age.
Mine had been hardening since high school.
You cut through your barriers so easily;
I was a prisoner to my own fears.

Yet everyday as you take my hand,
I relive that wonderful moment:
When my bonds were cut and my soul given wings to fly,
when you whispered, "I love you", with your eyes
and with just a look pulled me back from darkness.

Not a day goes by when I'm not grateful
to have your smile by my side.
My days have turned spring green and bright,
not the dark and empty shell of my past.

So, when did we first take a chance at love and succeed?
I can't remember; all I see are your eyes.