THE LAST TO SLEEP

0 0 0
                                        

The last to rest, the first to rise,
The weight he holds none realize.
Through weary days, through endless fight,
His love still shines—a guiding light.

He carries the load, with a gentle might,
A burden unseen, through the dark of night.
His heart beats strong, with a love so true,
A constant presence, that shines right through.

Through every storm, through every test,
His love remains, a steadfast best.
A guiding light, that shines so bright,
A love that's strong, a love that's always in sight.

             -CORDELIA

LET'S APPRECIATE MENWhere stories live. Discover now