You.
You are my rose.
As your name rolls off my toungue.
You all 9 or 5 letters,
All four or two syllables.
You.
You are perfect in ways you can't know,
And as you run through the grass,
Wildflowers,
Laughing,
You shine as bright as Venus in the night,
And yet when the sun's rays,
So serene,
Reach their spindly fingers Over the Horizon,
You walk along the paved roads.
You walk along your people, smiling.
You are not perfect.
Not as skinny.
Not as beautiful.
Not as perfect.
But your heart is brighter,
And your love stronger,
And your spirit kinder,
Than anyone I know.
So don't stop.
Because as you say,
Little by little, a little makes a lot.
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Song And Poem Collection: Various Artists
AcakA collection of songs and poems written by so-far unprofessional artists like myself.
