Oh you who sees through green speckled lenses,
standing steady, fast, strong,
determined and firm, softly compromising
how your words sustain me
revive me, motivate me
to fight, to run, to live
not because you dream this for me,
but that my dreams may have life
you love the me I cannot love
oh you, you, you, you
this word - love - cannot encompass
these butterflies, heart beats,
shivers, thoughts, melodies
for you
I love God. I love my family. I love orange. I love food. I blog about it.
Awww, I never knew you could write such moving poetry. Did Deric just love your ode to him? :)
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