I am the air he breaths The water he drinks Where he sleeps
I am the roof over his head The light in the room The book he just read
I am the place he returns to Where he travels to The map he refers to
But in all reality In every aspect of what's real He is the same to me
He is my sustaining principle The wonders of life The protector of right
He is the one I confide to The one I make strides for The one I would die for
He is my one and only Who grants me pride, but makes me lonely
He is my everything Without any question He is my last bastion
He is my love.
_Nova_ · Thu May 22, 2008 @ 03:59pm · 0 Comments |