There is no way
that defeat led to something
silky sweet.
That the position
I found myself in is really the start
of something I can finally win.

And the beauty
is a feat.
Something fun,
something elite.

When spring hits,
I'll be the happiest
I've ever been.
And when summer hits,
I'll be the happiest
I'll ever be.

The move is greater
now that hes considering
I mean more to him,
he wants to be beside me.

But its a new start,
leaving somewhere
I never wanted to start.
And its a new star,
that shines so bright,
and leads me far.

I'll write about my emotion,
whether or not the fright
sinks in.
Whether or not, I'm wearing
thin.

But I don't think that will happen.