I see you for what you are I will love you forever more Your laughter Your smile Your unyielding will Your peace making skill Your love for me Your anger towards me Your smile Your tears Through the darkness And through the light Forever more will I love you My darling I give myself to you Goodnight
This was just for fun. To help those in need of love letter advice.
You don’t need gift wrap Tape or any fancy bows It’s sometimes intangible That’s just how it goes. You can’t put in under the tree Or hide it up in the closet But the person you give it to Will surely know they got it.
A gift can be hello and love And sometimes goodbye It can mean we’ll meet again It speaks of the reasons why. A gift is a token of one soul To another, closing gaps. A gift is a message of care And maybe of hope, perhaps.
Some gifts can be lined up On shelves for all to see And others are invisible But taken just as seriously As a jewel you can hold on to And feel it there in your hand. Sometimes it’s a treasure Only you can understand.
There is a string of things hung with ideas as clothes pins They take off the ideas and the string can't hold the thing Memories are strands that if you pull it will never stop unwinding The common person sees something in the little he won in life The rest are rather useful than pleasant Nobody received flowers or fame If you could see now I'm dying to drown in flames The love I've been placed through has to be the stuff of myth It seems to hold back until the graze The way it holds by taking The way you hold by cradling There's so much in me that you already know I have a bit of wrinkles and the acne scars too The whole of society sees me as living the dream But the parts of me that people think are hidden are on the internet See what the world knows I should be aware of all the rules I've broken to be here Then no purposeful ignorance can be said of me There has to be someone who can point out the crumb on my lower lip Rather than speak without the relevance of politeness There's something about the way you hold me That says you're trying me on There is no transaction taking place Treasure is most found on the map of my slow heartbeat The calm before the storm siphons its way into my blood cells Making me believe in the little I know as well You have to be well read to read someone else's biography You have no language if you only understand yourself Take a bit off