Found on the Cutting Room Floor

Sometimes I like to torture myself by reading first drafts of stuff I’ve written. Some of it’s just really, really bad, and then I come across something that makes me pause. I read it and wonder why I left it on the cutting room floor.

This is what I came across this today:

When I am with you,

There’s a feeling of forever,

For the love I have for you

Is by far my greatest pleasure.

A love so simple, yet divine

Ages gracefully like wine.

You are my happiness—

You make my heart sing—

Being with you

Is my favorite thing.

It was a poem written for one of my characters by another character when they were young and had just fallen in love.

Was it written by a woman or a man?