Honor Poem by Ryan Cornelius

You cant love with words but actions.
Loving me on Sundays is partial passion.

It's not enough. You want to give more.
You want to give me what I'm looking for.

I enjoy your shouting and singing.
But do it when the music's not playing.

At home, those things don't exist.
It took a while but I saw you noticed it.

​I gave you gifts without repentance.
You have filled your heart with emotion.

​Emotion instead of me.
Now lay them down to be.

All that I purposed you to be.
I shine like the stars around me.

​But my shine is a lot brighter.
Like you do them, I want the same honor.

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