Fighting For The Love Of Her Poem by Trucker Jeff

She came to me after the fall out.
She said I do and so did I, but perhaps to soon

We came from old worlds where people don't quit
So on we went trying, trying without failing

It was late in the game and we had nowhere to go
So still we tried at the fixing...the finding... the loving.

Until at last we found each other and tomorrow, and
adoration and...marriage is a big thing,

to big too sigh over and just move on and I adore the sight of her,
the sound of her, the very scent of her.

And here I write not one single word you aren't familiar with...
except the concept of staying, of trying, of loving.

I can't wait to look at her, to smell her, to feel her pressed against me.
Her words in my ear and forever on my mind.

We are trying, we are staying, we are loving, just like they use to do.
For the first time I can breath.