Jan 2015
Worn rough below my eyes
Growing without apology
9 months of love
My face has stayed warm
Thanks to you, beard
Storms fall weak to you
The wind a faint tickle
A smile in disguise
Your warm embrace
Has held me captive
Cheers to many more days
Of hugging my face
Growing without apology
9 months of love
My face has stayed warm
Thanks to you, beard
Storms fall weak to you
The wind a faint tickle
A smile in disguise
Your warm embrace
Has held me captive
Cheers to many more days
Of hugging my face
Felt like a funny and ridiculous poem. Been growing the beard for 9 months now. Excited to get to my yeard.
