You cried and I kissed you,
tasted your salty thears,
felted so close, so bonded with you.
Your thears are gone now,
and you getted to be the old you.
I treated you, with the deepest respect.
You are always around, when I needed
you so badly, it makes me grateful,
that I have the  honor, to know a person
like you. I tasted your salty thears,
the product of your doubts, grief, and fear.
thank you for letting me so close with you.
I only wanted you, and it will stay that way,
it's the truth.