Thankful For Her Exponentially
she is in the middle of my worst
holding me
she is in the eye of my storm
consoling me
she is in the deepest state of my rage
calming me
she is in the saltiest part of my sadness
cleansing me
whatever it is that gives her the strength to love such a tortured soul
is a question that i will never intend to ask
just knowing that i have her love to lean on when i need it only makes me
love her more
i guess the golden rule applies when the truth is in the center of all naturally pure
intentions
as a sort of reward of gratitude, i surprise her the next day with breakfast in bed
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