darling,
don't listen to them.
don't listen to the naysayers,
don't listen to those that say
that you won't make it,
that you're not worth it,
that you're not enough,
because darling,
you will make it.
you are worth it.
you are enough.
shine your light,
tune them out,
and sing your own song.

in my pocket i keep
words from the sun
with light to shine
through the cracks of
your heart

in my pocket i keep
wildflowers and daisies
lovely and bright for
you to place on
your hair

in my pocket i keep
mints and lollipops
and chocolates and
caramels to sweeten
your day

in my pocket i keep
bad jokes and funny
stories from years
past to bring out
your smile

in my pocket i keep
pennies for you to
wish on a well so
that you never forget
your dreams.

may my love for you be
wild,
like stallions on prairies, not like
stars
that fade away in time
but may it be
fire,
a dancing flame that never burns
out.

no more.
no more pretending.
no more pretending that i can.
no more pretending that i can do this on my own.
no more.
no more pretending.
no more pretending that i am.
no more pretending that i am strong.
i can't.
i can't do this on my own.
i am not strong.
i can't fight You anymore.
i let these walls crumble.
i am weak.
no more pretending that i can do this on my own.
no more pretending that i am strong.
no more pretending that i do not need You.
i need You.

lovers write sweet verses
but yours do not compare.
You write ballads with the wind,
and rhymes with the roses.
flowing stanzas with the rivers,
love letters with the stars,
sonnets with the seas.
all You do says ' I love you',
all You do is poetry.

it took me forever
to realize that You love me.
even though You've said it
countless times
even though You wrote it
in the stars
and on the grains of sand
i couldn't fathom
that You loved me.
it's just that You are
too majestic
too wonderful,
too magnificent,
too grandiose,
too glorious
to pay attention to
ordinary little me.
but You love me
You wrote it in the stars,
You wrote it on the cross,
You wrote it on my heart.

just like the sun rises every morning,
just like a flower in bloom,
just like the morning dew,
every day your mercies are new.