Cycles

Somehow the years spent licking the wounds 
Are just one away from the entire damaging span
A time highly-internal
Still experience abounds

Even now there's days I need convincing
Fear it's too good to be true
That there's nothing I could stand to offer someone who has grown as much as you 

You don't complete me or make me whole
Instead you embolden my fervorous search for a soul
Learning to build a foundation, not to fill in a hole

Blue eyes run through with such delight
Extremes of wonder in your childish sight

The man I'm sure was not crafted for me 
Not wrapped in vapid rose-toned fantasy

You've consistently been there, 

And I'll do the same

For another four years 
For forever and again