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.
Copyright © Ky'Ambrae Williams | Year Posted 2006
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