And I Became More

With every touch that night, 

I became more. 

With every word skipped that night, 

I became more.

Most say when it happens, you become impure. 

Somehow, I became whole. 

I could finally see the beauty of my own reflection. 

Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe you understand. 

Somehow that night made me realize the good that I am. 

We may never speak again, 

or we may speak every day for the rest of our lives, 

either way, 

thank you. 

It wasn't just that night. 

It was you. 

You made me more. You made me whole.

You made me beautiful. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice flow of thoughts leading to a very good ending.
"It was you.
You made me more. You made me whole.
You made me beautiful. "
Some moments in a life. We know the feeling of contentment. Never forgotten. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dimples87]

I love this. I get it: When you finally see the love you have through someone else's eyes or their actions make you feel what you've been looking for in yourself all along. Great poem, I love the way you wrote it. Simple without saying much you've said a lot. This is going to be a new fave of mine.

[D.T.]

Thank you!

[Dimples87]

You're welcome and thanks for reviewing my poetry as well.