Good enough...

I am good enough to be yours.

In the dark, on a train, miles away from anyone whose eyes know.

In a whispered tone in the dead of night while the world sleeps and the only sounds are our dripping declarations of love.

In your times of deepest need.  In your times of driest boredom.  In your times of darkest loneliness.

I am always good enough.

I am good enough to be yours.

In the light, in a crowd of people we know, surrounded by familiar laughter.

In a loud yell from the city rooftops when the echoes of our voices blend into the dissonance of car horns, and sirens, and the birth of more new buildings.

In your times of utter joy.  In your hours of praise.  When a blanket of happiness covers you.

I am always good enough.