Dear you,
Dear you,
The first time I saw you
I knew you weren't like the others
There was a radiant glow about you
That had only appeared dimly in others
I was a damaged heart
And a lonely soul
Gray skies had become the norm
Yet your light started to crack through
Because of you
I remembered what it was like
To feel the sun's rays on my face
With blue skies
And day by day
You took me there
It started with hello
But you understood me the way I wanted to be understood
Not the version I put up for everyone else
I don't know how you did it
But I'm eternally grateful
For you taking me
To the days
I never thought I'd see again
Yours truly,
Dalton K. Steiner
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