You are cool water to my parched love.
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You are a winter breeze to my smothered dreams.
You are sustenance to my starving spirit.
You are the lifeblood for my scarred heart.
When you speak of loving me above all
Others, my breath catches and my love weeps.
Your love assures me that I am more,
Than what others have assesed my worth.
When you perform the most mundane tasks,
It appears to me a tapestry of perfection.
When you feel you are at your worst,
I can only see angelic radience saturating.
I attest that you are the most beautifully,
Perfect embodiment of God's creation.
I feel I don't posess the adoration you,
Deserve, but I am blessed to chance and attempt.