When storms come from all directions?
And folks wicked opinions too.
Say, I am loved, and they are more important than you.

The embrace me with opinions.
They understand my perspective
But more than anything they are my strongest protector.

And to this them I give all my affection.
Because I am loved.

They check me, when I am wrong.
They accept me when I am right.
Our bond is tight.

So, when negativity hits your door.
Say, I am loved.
So much loved.

I post these poems online

Not because they're good

But to keep a memoir of my thoughts

To look back on and be understood

Warm are the meadows that you put in my mind. The sky reflects your beauty like the sun that shines. Soft winds feel the air, equivalent to your angelic voice.

In these warm meadows is where I reside when I'm lost in you. I drink up its beauty, and bask in its subtle hue. Yes it is in these mindful fields, in which you unknowingly create, I feel closest to you.