Nights Like These

On nights like these,

You don't need to count 

Your many blessings.

On nights like these,

They sit across from you

And sip your tea,

And smile back at you.

On nights like these

This city lifts it's tired arms,

And wraps them around

Your welcome faith,

And your heart,

Who never wavered,

And never will.

For the hope in your heart,

Steady then, steady still.

On nights like these,

I remember I love you,
More than I want to.

More than I should.

But no more than

I was meant to.

On nights like these,

You realize quietly,

Every friend is a poem

The Poet recited,

Especially for you.