SUPPORT

© RYAN GUILEY

It is 5A.M., and I am wide awake,

I can’t get you out of my brain,

His eyes shine, which gives me a break,

To know all our children are very main.

 

The same energy is drawn and released,

When you hold him in your arms,

Thank you for creating, I am very pleased,

I give you my support, and my smiling charm.

 

She would match her clothes,

By colour, hanging in the closet,

As I can still smell the scent of rose,

She would burn candles as they were lit.

 

For all those clothes hangers that hung,

Represented in life, how we would support,

Each other, our family, and the new young,

Crazy in love, no one can destroy our fort.

 

So, she loved clothes but what about shoes?

I lost total, as there was so many pairs,

She was sparkling, as she got me amused,

Representing the climb of all our life stairs.

 

Another intriguing fashion statement she made,

Was how she could do her hair in so many styles,

How I miss those barrettes, they never fade,

Each hair would tie us down, even across the miles.

 

What can I say? I love you beyond any words,

I would not change anything of who you are,

Accepting me, even at 18 when I was like a nerd,

Those brown eyes burn, just like a shooting star.

 

The world just stops with all your love,

Did you know? I am getting some grey hair,

Must be from all that heat you send from above,

You make me melt, as I just want to stare.