You are the roots that hold me still,
The gentle strength, the iron will.
Through every tear and every fall,
You stood beside me through it all.
Your love, a light that guides my way,
A steady hand, come night or day.
No words could ever quite convey,
The love I feel for you today.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC
You are the roots that hold me still,
The gentle strength, the iron will.
Through every tear and every fall,
You stood beside me through it all.
Your love, a light that guides my way,
A steady hand, come night or day.
No words could ever quite convey,
The love I feel for you today.
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