As I look at myself.
I am proud of myself.
As I constantly look back.
I owe my father much honor and much respect.

And as I look at my own kids.
I am truly highly proud of all of them.
I sometimes inquire about can I measure up to my dad.

In my eyes, he just was a great man.
Might not be perfect to others.
But always perfect to me.

He raised me in ways I can't thank him enough.
He loved me in ways that you knew you were.
Can I measure up to him?
To be even close to the man he was.

I knew by his discipline I was loved.

One thing we must know.
Love is everywhere.
Canada, Spain, Brazil and others countries too.

Love is everywhere to share.
No limitations upon it.
Yes, some cries about the hurt and pain of it.

Without admitting more in the world spread it.

Japan, China, and America.
Love is everywhere.
Just like God watching over us.

We heard about the eighth wonder of the world.
Some has even level in a seven wonder.
Now, I want to describe the first wonder of the world.

Nothing created can compare to her.
Yes, she one special highly respected virtuous woman.
Oh, no not completely perfect.

But like us all, we have our faults.
Except I look past them to see her soul.
And within hers is a loving spirit.

You love her.
Compliment her.
For the blessing, she has been.

You adore him.
Compliment him.
For he has brought to you.

Isn't that what compliments meant for?

We just sometimes forget to explain more.

WE JUST TAKE IT LIKE THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO KNOW.

When sometimes saying it means a little more.

You're my summer.
You're my spring.
You're my poetry by every means.

Listen, you alone inspires my words that are written.

You're my mind.
You're my heart.
You're the stars of my universe.

Listen, you're the basis of many scriptures I select to adapt too.
You have various beatitudes.
Bold, Beautiful, Beloved and of course more.

You're my poetry and truly wonderful.

Listen, if anything I need to instantly do.
I just smile and just look at you.

The purpose of a belt.
Is to hold your pants/clothes in place.
But when you around you feel some don't comprehend this premise.

With a belt on many has the hanging pants syndrome.
It said by many this started in prison.
But what the explanation for those that never been?

Why wear a belt?

Back in the day, you knew how to wear clothes appropriately without people questioning things.
Nicely presented said a lot of things.

No underclothes showing with compliments coming.
But now?

Seeing you smile.
Makes me smile.
Seeing you happy.
Makes me happy.
Ask yourself this?
Who really like to see sadness on the face of the person they love?

I hear your voice.
And I hear the present of love.
You hear my voice and you aware of my love.
I touch your hand and feel your grip.
Ask yourself this?
Who truly doesn't want that feeling surrounding them?

I kiss your lips and feel the mood.
You kiss mine and feel it too.
I look within your eyes and see this gleam.
You look within mine and see it too.
Ask yourself this?

How can you say love isn't here at this time?