The Gift
What is that knocking at the door, is it a love so bold and warm.
Why am I blessed by the one true divined, to have this opportunity that I cannot describe.
To feel the tender love and care, makes me know that you are aware.
The harmony between us is like a vine, growing each and everyday all the time.
Even when things become tough, know that you're love is enough.
You are the one set in my heart, I pray everyday that we will never split apart.
When I wake up and take a breath, know that you have my heart till I meet death.
You have changed me and created a joyful spirit inside.
So let's make the most out of this beautiful life and never let it subside.
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