A Note

I have a note, hidden away,
in a bow under my bed.
A note written long ago,
When I was just a foolish child,
With dreams to big to fill.
It's a note written for a lover,
Someone who would hold me,
And keep the nightmares away.
When I wrote that silly note,
I did not know of love,
I did not know of the joy it can bring.
In my note I speak of hugs and kisses,
And all those happy things.
But there is much more now.
I wish I had written about,
The deeper feelings and emotions,
Of the happiness words cannot describe.
But of course i was just young,
And looking for true love.
Now that I've found it,
It's nothing like I thought,
It is a million times better.