For him,
He, who never wraths his anger towards me.
He, who never strains himself
He, who loves me
He, who loves burying his face flat on the pillow
He, who loves art and nature more than himself.
He, who loves coffee even though I was advised not to drink because of my hyperacidity.
For he always put me first before anyone else.
For he knows that he matters in this crucial sphere called Earth.
Creasing and seizing in, for God knows how long it will last.
