Because I Care

If you haven't figured it out yet, I like to write. Nothing jazzes me more then cranking the creativity dial to 11 and bringing something out of nothing.

In this regard, I also like to write poems. However, I have not written one in over four years. Last night that changed. Cara and I had a discussion over wedding plans and, as I know is essentially tradition and custom, we did not fully understand what the other was saying.

So I went and wrote a poem to her. Something to show my feelings and emotions in a fancy lad sort of way.

Here is my poem to Cara:

it is my crime because i care
to wonder how you'll wear your hair
to think and wonder about your style
a gorgeous white dress and you down the aisle

it is my crime to think of why
to ask who will make sure the flower's aren't dry
to research the seasons and know the tradition
to always be mindful of our wedding day mission

it is my crime to ask who
who in your life will walk down there with you
to bring you to the alter, your hand meeting mine
to have that feeling, knowing everything's fine

it is my crime because i am me
a lover of you and all that your bring
knowing your love and what it does to me
i can't be content to just let this all be

it is my crime to want this shared dream
to plan it together, our hips at the seam
it is my crime because i love you so much
soon my wife, our lives will touch

together we'll do this and then our vows
to hold and to cherish as far the law allows
planning this with you means the world to me
it is my crime, a life sentence for you and me