My Second Chance

He makes me feel something- 
Something I’ve never felt before.
No, it’s not that I don’t like it
I’m not complaining one bit,
I do enjoy this warm and fuzzy feeling.
But is it right for me-
Or do I even deserve it?
Does he even know?
I wish I could tell him
And make him understand,
But would it be worth it in the end? 
The cold, the dark
They’re all too familiar;
But if I had the choice
I’d like to stay in his embrace
With the warmth surrounding me.
He took the depression
That I had known for too long, 
And gave me something new…
There were two words he used.
Love.
Hope.
I have to say I’ve heard of them
But only in fairy tales.
It seemed magical and I wanted it
For my own.
I wanted to know
This celestial feeling.
Now that I have it
I don’t want to lose it.
I try so hard,
But am I trying too hard?
Am I pushing him away-
Or will he continue to stay?
I’m afraid to lose not the feeling-
But the one who gave it to me.
Do I deserve him here
In my life?
Is it just a dream
Or is this my story-book ending?
Love.
Hope.
I’ll hold onto it
For as long as I can; 
Because love and hope…
I think they’re helping me.
I’ll never fully recover
But then again who does?
Everyone has their scars
And they fade away with time.
Love.
Hope.
And time.
If he’ll stay
I’ll let him help,
In anyway possible.
I can say this with confidence
To one man and mean it:
“I love you, my dear.”
Love, hope and time,
The healing factors I’ve been given
To have a second chance
At a happy life.