With each glimpse, I catch my breath
No, it's not an infirmity.
At times you are timid but you are brave.
My love, you are incomparable.
When I'm with you, words tumble and twist
I can barely grab the right word.
How could I be like this?
Stuttering like a child.
As my hair turns silver and gray
remember me as I was yesterday.
And I'll remember you as my angel;
who could heal me with just words.
Each day we grow older and its plain to see,
The love that you give me is all that I need.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
With each glimpse, I catch my breath
No, it's not an infirmity.
At times you are timid but you are brave.
My love, you are incomparable.
When I'm with you, words tumble and twist
I can barely grab the right word.
How could I be like this?
Stuttering like a child.
As my hair turns silver and gray
remember me as I was yesterday.
And I'll remember you as my angel;
who could heal me with just words.
Each day we grow older and its plain to see,
The love that you give me is all that I need.
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