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