Dear sun,
I sit here now and
listen to the wind rustling against my window pane.
On the television
plays a tale of a time long ago.
It’s a story of love.
Love for a country, love between spouses.
I feel the humor in
viewing films on great leaders, all of whom are kings and queens. Yet today we
we see those in power as weak.
You are not weak my
dear.
Its in the way you
walk, the way you talk.
Its in the way you
hold your head, the way you smile….
I could go on, yet it
would then be doubtful that this would ever end...
The way you interact
with me makes me smile in every way.
I get blue sometimes,
But you put a smile on
my face.
I get mad,
But you put a smile on
my face.
I break out crying for
no apparent reason,
You wrap me in a hug
and put a smile on my face.
It doesn’t matter the
time, the place, the circumstance,
You always put a smile
on my face.
By The Northern Rose
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