Slowly but surely counting down the days for when I get to chance to slide my finger tips through each strand of beautiful hair that's embedded through the roots of purity of which my heart rests. It only rests with the help of you and it rests because its in the hand of you. Yet who's you?
You are the definition of what every man dreams of having and claiming, yet each man that roams this misunderstood earth grounds won't ever have the chance to experience heaven of earth like I've had. Everyone needs the light of an angel to keep them focused on living through the struggle millions live through today and you carry that light.
I stand tall because the weight of the pain I carry is equally split among a charming modest yet stern young lady that I can always depend on. And to know that I have that angel smiling at me with that smile that not even a picture could capture the essence of the moment, lying on my side. I'll always know that everything will be okay.
