He Is

What he is, to me as a child He held me close when all was wild He gathered my heart, when it was broken down I knew he would be there, just always around The tears that were cried never went to far For he saw the pain and healed the very scar The life behind this wonder of love Can be loved apon from the One above Take for granted not his kind hearted ways He tells me this time, Its Just One of Those Days I truely believe he loves me and my messed up life But I know in my heart, on day, I will be his wife Married by body, and bounded by soul It was each others own heart, that made us whole A whole in our ways, and a whole in our minds Our love is so very rare, there are not many kinds He once was a bad child, and killed all aspects to life But deep inside all of that hatrid and anger, he was sharp as a knife He gathered the peices, that were once my broken heart And began mending them back together, so our loving could once agian start.