Observations

My sweet Irish Teddy Bear shall always be a part of me.

I found something the other day
Something I wrote as an observation
An observer to what was thought to be true
True emotions poured from wounded souls

I didn’t even know you then, we hadn’t talked
Just watched and imagined how you were
I asked question after question of those around
Trying to know you more without being obvious

I don’t remember what all they said
Or what flowed from my heart to hand
Something inside spoke to me
Telling me to find out about you

You were in love with another
And a hopeless romantic was I
I wanted it to work for you two
Finding each other across cold waters

It didn’t work the two of you
Yet I still wanted to know more
So your friend I soon became
Always knowing your special

Not like the others, unique in your ways
A man I still craved to know more about
Who were you beneath it all
That leather and denim hid something deep.

I look back at the man in you I first met
Trying to be so hard in front of the world
Even in the beginning I saw a teddy bear
Someone so different from what was portrayed.

Friends we said and yet I wonder now
Was it merely our beginning and I didn’t know
I thought my heart belonged to a drumming boy
Yet what you and i shared was something so dear

Without speaking we knew the others words
Without typing we knew the emotions
Thousands of miles between didn’t blind us
We felt each other even before I knew.

Slow steps it took us to figure out the love
For me to see the truth deep within
That my heart had been claimed already
To belong to my Irish Teddy Bear.