The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

To the Ends of the Very Earth

There are things, you were, going through,
you have dealt with, along before, I came.
So protective, are you, of  your self, not letting,
anyone in, whom may, hurt you, the same.

My feelings, I can not, deny at all,
in my heart, is where, you dwell.
I'm ready, to pick up, the many pieces,
from the place, your heart, has fell.

Here I am, here for you,
for in my life, you truly are, of worth.
There is no limit, to what, I would, not do,
going to the ends, of the very earth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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