Dear Sam.
I aspire for assurance and linger for Love.
I misuse mistakes and inherit insecurities.
I keep trust temperamental and worries wistful.
Sometimes I’m not capable of being best.
And in ratio to my gentleman like conduct I feel as though I come off condescending.
I’m not happy about my heritage.
I sure in the hell am not proud of my pollutants.
But I ask you to view my soul sparingly.
And listen to my voice vicariously.
I have your best interest in mind.
I seek out to heal your beautiful heart.
I want to live all my days deciphering this poem I’ve been reciting daily ever since we met.
Until then, all I can assure you is that my Love runs deeper than any body of water.
All I can say is that I plan on holding you for many lifetimes to come.
All I can say is that I Love you, more than I could ever pronounce.
I can’t give you the world my dear, but I will show you it.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Dear Sam.
I aspire for assurance and linger for Love.
I misuse mistakes and inherit insecurities.
I keep trust temperamental and worries wistful.
Sometimes I’m not capable of being best.
And in ratio to my gentleman like conduct I feel as though I come off condescending.
I’m not happy about my heritage.
I sure in the hell am not proud of my pollutants.
But I ask you to view my soul sparingly.
And listen to my voice vicariously.
I have your best interest in mind.
I seek out to heal your beautiful heart.
I want to live all my days deciphering this poem I’ve been reciting daily ever since we met.
Until then, all I can assure you is that my Love runs deeper than any body of water.
All I can say is that I plan on holding you for many lifetimes to come.
All I can say is that I Love you, more than I could ever pronounce.
I can’t give you the world my dear, but I will show you it.
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