lout

that I met you
happenstance
a lucky chance
and that with
storm-sky blue eyes
you saw the me I was before
a litany of louts fostered all my doubts
foisted on me all the wrongs
of those before I came along
until I disbelieved
my sense and senses
certain all I did
would cause offense -
that you saw through
to who I'd been
and more, could be
and in seeing her
you made her me
me again
there are no words
but thank you, friend