When there is silence he smiles at me
                              I feel my heart race because I know how much he cares with one look
                              He remembers that there are times I cannot be strong
                              and he holds me in his arms and reminds me of who I am
                              Yet there are days when even his love and thought cannot keep me going forward
                              These are the days he fights for me
                              It's his words and the passion behind them that keep me standing 
                              His whispers of encouragement pull me upwards onto my feet
                              I find myself closing my eyes and remembering each word
                              and the smile that he loves returns to my face
                              My eyes begin to sparkle as I watch him stand tall
                              His hand is in mine and in that instance I feel I can achieve anything
                              He fights for me and by me
                              I can be the girl he saw in the shadows but brighter, stronger than before
                              His belief in me is unfathomable 
                              It is nonetheless there for me at every turn
                              His concern is there within seconds of me uttering a word
                              I always try to hide the truth with a smile but he knows me too well
                              I hate that he fights for me because I wish not to have the need for it
                              Yet I will thank him always for his love support and fierce protective nature of me
                              I will always be grateful for his presence 
                              I hope in return he knows that I in turn will fight for him
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Poetry'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...
 
                                               
                                               
                                                  