We Will

H A P P Y
B I R T H D A Y
Incurable Romantic

Dearest Jim (or Incurable Romantic as you’re known here at Writing.com):

As you know, I’ve been writing since I was just your daughter’s age. Long ago, I wrote poems for the man I just knew God had intended for me. Sadly, I rushed ahead of Him in that aspect of my life and ended up in some unhappy relationships. I wrote love poems, though, for that one special someone that God would one day send my way. This particular poem was actually written in 2002. I found it tucked away in my files and smiled because it actually must have been with you – or, rather us – in mind. After all, the pastor who married us had us say, "I will" instead of "I do."

Happy birthday, Incurable Romantic . This one’s for you! I love you.

We Will


By Marilyn Mackenzie (now Williamson )
April 2, 2002

My love he does see all of me,
My brokenness, when I'm whole.
He sees beyond blue eyes, blonde hair,
Sees heart through the window of soul.

He sees within my very soul,
Knows there’s more than my smile.
My heart is truly his to hold;
He looks beyond slight wrinkled brow.

In him I see such strength and power,
While knowing his past and his pain.
Faith in God fills his every hour;
I'm overjoyed at faith proclaimed.

God has solved the puzzle of me.
The mystery of him is no more.
God introduced us, plain to see.
He intended us to share, adore.

We will.

When I first wrote this, the last verse was different. I called the poem "I Will." Then I decided to scrap that verse and call the poem "We Will." Here's the other verse. What do you think?

Love comes packaged many ways yet
None ever so dear or so rare
As love given by God. He said,
"Take this man and love him forever."

I will.

From late 1997 through late 2004, I prayed that God would help me find someone with whom to grow old. I didn’t want to be alone and lonely as I headed – rapidly, it seemed – from summer to fall to the winter of my life. Patience was never my virtue, but I'm glad things worked out as they did!

I wanted to write a birthday poem for you today, Incurable Romantic , but as I searched my portfolio and my computer files, I realized I have been writing for you for years. I just didn't know it.

Thanks for loving me.

And really...

H A P P Y
B I R T H D A Y
Incurable Romantic

Here are some of the other poems and things I wrote while waiting for God to introduce me to Mr. Right. Many were written in 2002, when I was in a relationship. But even as I wrote these, I knew they weren't about that man, but about someone else, perhaps someone I didn't even know existed.

"Loving You, Loving Me" 

"Embrace My Heart" 

"Je T'adore, Je T'aime" 

"Lighthearted Love" 

"Love Peeked Out" 

"You Touched My Heart" 

These I began in 1999, while I was still nursing the hurts of separation from my son's father: "Timing is Everything" 

These are not poems, but they must have been written with you in mind.

"The Potter's Cup and Saucer" 

"A New She, A New He" 

"Yellow and Blue Makes Green" 

And last, but not least (yes, I know that's quite a cliche), there is this one. Robert Browning said, "Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be." I wrote this in 2001, as I waited for that someone special with whom I could grow old.

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