Always.

A poem about love. What else?

I’ve never even held her hand
For several years she’s known where I stand
I’ve dibbled and dabbled with other girls
But I’ve always wanted to give her the world.
She’s always been there, through the hate
And the times when I wasn’t so great.
The phone calls so late get on her nerves,
But she will never know the curves
That thanks to her I’ve gone around
Without hitting anyone or coming unwound.
She’ll never see how her smile
Can turn a person most vile
Into the nicest for just an instant
And make them feel significant.
I used to be that boy on the mountain
Who looked all around, doubting
Who I could trust and who was my friend
But I know she’s here until the end
Even if we’re just friends forever.
And it’s loads better than having never
Met her at all.
If she ever does fall,
I’ll always be here to catch her.