Open Arms
So now I come to you with open arms. Wanting to hold you. Wanting you near. Nothing to hide. Believe what I say. Hoping you'll see what your love means to me.
For most of my life you have been far, not by choice of course. Perhaps it would have been different if we never met. Incorrect,mystery channels the unknown. You are the known prey on my mind that I will always own up to. You are my mother, father, brother, and sister from afar. You are the missing part of me that I treasure and think of redundantly. You are the part of me that I wish experienced my journey from the ground up. You are the part of me that I wish I could run to in my darkest of days. You are the part of me I see in the mirror everyday but, is not quite there. You are the part of me that I cry for the most, talk about the most, and act like the most. You are the part of me that sews together the seams of my pride. You are the part of me that I credit my intelligence and the whole of my well being. You are the part of me that is my best kept secret. You are the pendulum that gives me momentum when I stand alone. You are my pillars of strength when I fall weak to the cruelties of this world. You are my well that rejuvenates without expectation of repayment. You are my shield and serve as my coat of arms. You are my groundwork that unmistakably functions as my support more than anything.
You hold a part of me that no other man nor woman will ever be capable of understanding or care to recognize. You hold a part of me that accepts with open arms. You hold a part of me that knows only you I can really console in. For I am in you and you are in me. You are the essential in me with love, first and foremost.
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