The Letter She Wrote

I'm not any good at taking care of myself But, I promise you I will treat you well, I'll prepare your bath and/ or your showers And I'll always be happy with beautiful flowers. I don't know how to deal with my own emotions I get confused over all commotions, But, in my arms I'll always hold onto you And we'll laugh together as two. I'm not good at all with any type of mess And I hate all uncertainty and any stress, But, I'll clean up your dishes and your doubts And never will you see me asking for handouts. Maybe I'm not the best person that there is Maybe I'm tired of being a Ms, I'm unsure of myself and I often think life is so cruel And many times I feel like a tool. If you grab my hand I promise I will not ever let go And unto me nothing would you ever owe, Sometimes my needs and wants are light as a feather The weight is meaningless, if we are together. I truly want you in my life Whether it be a friend, girlfriend, but hopefully a wife, Now while my thoughts you are debating I'm over here in the shadows, hoping and waiting. Randy L. McClave