The beginning for us was rough. I've pondered times aplenty if my choices were right. Well, looking at us now. I'd say it was.
You weren't perfect. Perfectly pretty or perfectly kind, But then again, nor am I. You are just, simply, who you're meant to be. And that's perfect enough for me.
My purpose to rise every morn, became just to see your voice; hear your touch; feel your laugh — to be ever present besides.
Values in dissent is never an indication for whether we are — evermore — fated. We'll only lose if always we seek Perfection. a fantasy from one another.
We oft neglect that which shines above. We are blinded instead our focus; shrouded Fret not For here I am. Look - I am yours
Been a while since I've posted. This is collection of short poems I've written in 2021 and I've compiled 'em into one.