There are things I cannot control
and memories I can never erase,
and in the times I don't feel whole,
I will always search for your face.
You are every star burning in the sky,
you are every golden leaf in the tallest tree,
you are a pattern, a snowflake, and every firefly, and I will still love you even when we're eighty- three.
I will stand by you in every new day
even when people seem so unkind
because you are beautiful despite what they say
and you are everything I've wanted to find.
For all the places you might be my husband,
I think we both already know
I am yours in every life.
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Поэзияthis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
