The kindness which you have covered me,
Is like protection from the ice cold sea.
"You ****, you're weak" is all I've been told
I began to worry about life when I'm old.
But you stepped in with your words full of softness and care,
And briskly reminded me you'd always be there.
Inspiring, sensual, genius and lustrous,
Are not any words which describe you with justice.
You are but the drive within my heart,
That a runner feels at a races start.
Or perhaps you are the light in my soul,
Keeping me driving and never quite full.
Of all the things that you do there is one special thing for me,
You want me to be me and that is all I can be.