At the quiet, gentle turning of June,
a caterpillar is still becoming within its cocoon.
You are a different season,
where I slowly found a reason.
From the fragile days of our teens,
loving you means,
I stay along your side,
Even on days that didn’t go right.
I won’t place blame on your past.
I wait for what we might create to last,
on our big, new canvas.