Once burned, twice healed;
dragged through the mud,
but you have not been concealed,
you stole my heart and soul appeal.

More than honest,
you drive me to be better,
been through hell;
because you followed me there
not because you had to,
not because you wanted to
not because you had no options
wants,
desires,
dreams,
or otherwise
but just because it was the cool place to be;
there with you,
and you with me.

Another revolution around the sun,
and you're still there,
like a mirage to a starved
and thirsty wandering 
vagabond I am.
You stand alabaster skinned,
emerald eyes,
just the way I imagined,
when I swore there was nobody for me...
12 years ago now, and you've been there 
for going on eight.

We never rushed in,
no foolishness,
no folley.  Cool and collected,
dealt with our demons
by each others sides.

Not perfect, nor broken;
but perfectly fractured,
and we complete each other as if
chipped from the same stone.