In her eyes, and just in her eyes,
did I ever feel at home—
She would look at me, always,
with such warmth and pride—
such that I never wanted
to lose that from her. Ever.
And because of such need
of wanting to make her proud,
it made me want to do
and become a better man.
Even on my darkest days,
she would hold me,
nurture me with her love,
and would say,
"I believe in you."
She was my,
what many refer as to,
greatest love.
That kind of love that only
comes once in a lifetime.
The kind that you fight for.