More Proof

A "sequel" poem to my other poem, Proof.

I want you to know I still see you,
but this time you really exist.
The mystique and the daydreams have faded,
like the sun clears away morning mist.

Though now I honestly see you,
my respect has only grown up.
I detect not a trace of deception,
you are one and the same to your core.

You are a thinker, a reader, a dreamer,
and wise years beyond your age.
You are a God-lover, a servant, and leader,
but quietly humble in your faith.

But now that I know you, I want you--
and I wish that you saw me too.
You make me ready to trust Jesus,
You make me willing to try.

I still can't breathe when you're near me,
And I still can't even look in your eyes.
Part of me fears that I've deceived you,
and have let you believe in a lie.

I am not a strong Christian, truth told.
I have been lost in my head for a while.
I'm trying, I promise to love Him,
but I still crumple against the world's hold.

I want you to see the real me,
because I think we could be the real thing.
When I did not know you, but saw you,
All I did with the rest was compare.

Here I am with a little hope for your affection,
so unexpected and petrifying all at once.
I wish more than anything I deserved it,
but I refuse to pretend to someone like you.

So here is my heart on a paper--
every piece; they are yours if you're willing.
Whether you take them or leave them,
Please know-
You've made me a better girl already.