Your passion is beautiful
I see it in your words
They dance off the page, pirouette and adagio
But they also march off to do battle
Spear in hand
Your desire to do good and to help the world
Floats, off into the distance, like a melody atop the clouds
And when you're sad
Those words drag, heavily along the paper's edge
Each letter piercing my heart
You compose these words, these sentences
And you are composed of these words, these sentences
They are every fiber of your being
Your heart and your soul
Your words are passionate
Your words are beautiful
And so are you.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
Your passion is beautiful
I see it in your words
They dance off the page, pirouette and adagio
But they also march off to do battle
Spear in hand
Your desire to do good and to help the world
Floats, off into the distance, like a melody atop the clouds
And when you're sad
Those words drag, heavily along the paper's edge
Each letter piercing my heart
You compose these words, these sentences
And you are composed of these words, these sentences
They are every fiber of your being
Your heart and your soul
Your words are passionate
Your words are beautiful
And so are you.
