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I tried to vary the emotions with the lines. 

Always trying to better myself,

wish I could get it right. 

This was the first proem I ever wrote. Nobody.... but her... has ever read it. I am no professional poet, in fact I struggle to find the word's to speak sometimes. But when I wrote this the words just flowed out of my soul. My inspiration for this came one morning when she woke to kiss me goodbye when I was leaving for work. So beautiful, she really is the stuff dreams are made of. She has since moved on and I am struggling to accept it. I'm just a boy in love with a girl. 

Maybe this peom will reach her in the distant future. She is on Facebook but I am not. I could just message it to her but I cant get over my butterflies. I am too nervous to send it to her directly. 

This poem was written with great empathy shortly after 911, for the surviving wives and wives-to-be of that disaster.