They say a candle
is just as bright
despite the sharing
of its light.
And you my dear
are as the sun:
your light you'll give
to anyone.
Your love is given freely,
your heart is open wide.
Your beauty, though remarkable,
cannot contend with what's inside.
Your spirit is a blessing
despite the burden it can be,
and those who'll know your value
need not be told; they'll see.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
They say a candle
is just as bright
despite the sharing
of its light.
And you my dear
are as the sun:
your light you'll give
to anyone.
Your love is given freely,
your heart is open wide.
Your beauty, though remarkable,
cannot contend with what's inside.
Your spirit is a blessing
despite the burden it can be,
and those who'll know your value
need not be told; they'll see.
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