If
I could paint
a picture to
describe
how much I
care about
you the sky
would open
up to a
marvelous blend
of blues
and oranges
and the
stars would
dance. The
sun and moon
would look
and smile
because you've
stepped
into their presence,
flowers would
bloom and
the blood that
drips
from your wrists
would dry
into the
words I love
you. Birds
would sing
a song that
will make
the world
turn and stare.
Not because
your perfect,
but because your fighting
a battle that
seems
impossible to
win and you
still stand there
looking as
strong as
ever. Your
eyes would
glisten like
the moon as tears
welled in them and I
would feel
safe because I
know if
you can do
this I
can too.
