Owed to you from a thousand souls my life is yours
Humble at your side I could not be happier
For you are my air, my blood, and my hope.

Destitute, I am but a cast away shell of subdued sadness
To me you bear life and beauty unworthy of me.
Yet unselfishly your love flows.

Wishing for everything is duly nothing compared to you
Broken dreams flaunt my inability to be unashamed
Perfect for that I am not.

A lost existence, no hope incarcerated me, and then came you.
With nothing to give but my beginnings, I adore all you are.
Blessed to have you, I thank you.