Precious Poem by kennedy musyoka

The finner things in life dont have to be shinny like diamonds or as smooth as pearls,
the realness and priceless of things we hold dear to us is downright plain and dull,
value lies not to the shape, size color or glare,
its in us the drive the force the inhert feeling of drawness that one cant hold back,
no science no math no religion can explain this feeling so rare,
the need to share and show that one cares,
the want and will to always protect and want to be there,
the fear inside to which to lose one you are scared,
the time endless of thougts of one you are not even aware,
the all seen smile the awesomeness the face the glare,
the fulfilment the wholeness the peace inside the filled void in there,
when one is dear you know for real you'l be scared,
his safety her safety her or his perception of you is a major player,
the big role in one heart he or she has full control,
they be close or away we always feel to us they
are here,
of distance not be of miles a thousand leagues the strong bond shared is still there,
first thought at dawn last thought at dusk in the heart you are deemed to be near,
you are precious my dear