Wistfully drifting

What is Love
Who defines it perfectly for you?
Is there someone who lets you be true?

True to yourself, when you can see
They're content always with their perception of 'me'?

The howling winds at night remind me
Singing of change, in fearful tenors
Cradling our memories and pain together

Blowing away and dropping it at infinity
The life and thought of one who loved me for me.

He framed Love carefully and perfectly
And hung it high enough for all to see
Cheering on the best of you and Laughing off the worst in me.

Foolishly I wonder at the wind that will return.
'Will you bring him along with songs of the seasons that turn?'

To me the answer, is as flighty as the question
He is happy, where you took him, still working his magic
I force and cry myself to sleep, tired on that repeated logic.

But what must I make of the empty space in my being
I see not any fairness and the pain is unbelieveing!

I was bred climbing up on this Beanstalk
And now, the tree you wound on is no where to be found?
Without telling, he said I mattered even in moments not proud.

For all of these years, I was me because you were around
37 years with you, is hard to discount.

Set in stone, now, I see it can't be changed
I know this in my head, but allow me this lapse in judgement
Because destiny decided early, You're leaving, now that you're ahead?!

I love you forever, I told you often and wish I showed you more
Mom and dad gave me life but you taught me to live, walk, laugh and be whole-