I will always stand for you.
I will always stare,
In slack jawed awe,
When you walk into a room.
Not just because of your legs,
Your dress, your precious eyes.
But because of your heart and your care.
I have never known
A greater heart or deeper care.
All the words I wrote before you
Were to a syllable just wasted pearls.
No one has ever understood,
Or cared as you have shown
By the depth and beauty of your heart.
And I, like you, will always care,
And always love you
There is no day, no hour,
No sacred minute or second,
That my world is not of you.
As you read these words
I think of you.
And even now I stand for you.
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