I think I'm in love.
I've known him for years, but only recently got to know him.
My brother doesn't quite understand why I love him,
My sister doesn't really know him,
My parents love him, they worship the ground he walks on.
He has always been there for me,
to comfort me when I cry,
to laugh with me when I'm happy,
and to protect me.
He understands me and know what I'll do before I even do it.
He loves me,
and is kind to all.
I lost him for three days because we lost our ways.
But he came back,
and he showed me how much he cared.
His name?
Jesus.
p.s. I wrote this one
