Someone Loves Me Now

I am used to loving

used to giving

used to doing things

for the one I love.

But I have yet to be used

to being loved

to being given everything

by the one who loves me.

How can I ever get used

to receiving so much love?

To being the apple of his eye?

When can I ever get used

to being still, being me,

being happy

even though I know

I do not deserve

all that he is giving me?

But I have to get used to love,

used to his kisses,

used to his warm embrace.

I am not the one

who decides now

how things must happen.

I am not the one

who does everything anymore.

There is someone now

who is there for me,

who sees me,

and who will take care

of all my tomorrows

just as much

as he takes good care of me

today.

This poem is included in the book "Poems of Love and Letting Go". Get it from Amazon today - click here.