| When I stand before you, I can see
that your eyes hold brown innocence blemished by the past but still holding on to hope whilst harboring your intelligence and searching for your future. That your hands are tainted by blood but still untethered with skill and still retain their promise for future triumphs. But then a wave crashes in surprise yet drowns you not and 'stead buoys you higher, above the shoals and to the clear blue sky where your eyes can glitter and your hands can fly. I see you smiling and the sparkling caves are before my eyes, I see you laughing and hear the tinkling of snowbells, in the back of my mind. I see you falling into blankets of blue and turmultous fur, and in a moment of splendor I realize that that bed is mine that you are here and that it's you, with me. And you are mine. And I am proud to stand by you, it is an honor. |