Sugar
You call me your hero but honey,
don't wish to be more like me.
I'm a baby giraffe, firm in my ways
but sometimes
I'm
just too carried away.
I'm stand up for myself sure
but you're sugar.
You're beautiful, more beautiful than you can get
and yet,
I swear you don't know it, but how?
When thats what all strive for
but you're
down to the core
sugar.
Dark raven hair
adorable stare
so unaware
that you're
sugar.
You don't think you stand out,
but in a crazy busy crowd
its you who's sought out
and you wonder how.
Oh sugar,
you're sugar.
I see you. Your color
is different from every other.
You're the hue of peace and sweet,
if that can be,
and if it can,
then that's
what I see.
I love you.
You're perfectly you and that's sugar.
You're sugar, yes that's what you are.
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2010
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