You remember my behaviour
In moths,
In peace,
In scarce,
In pities,
Yet you distinguish it.
Not as separate entities but parts of me,
They bounce around in circumstances.
Belittling me,
You remember
my touch of fragility,
my mourn for sincerity,
my interest in variety,
You did no mockery,
When i look at myself,
I see Ordure absorbed in sins,
yet the love of you reminds me
The person i am and can be,
A greatest gift i ever had and worth thanking for.