Sam,
You shine as
A constant light
In a world of variable
Darkness.
The northern pole
In which the needle
Of my compass
Leads me.
You,
The flower that
Neither wilts
Nor dies,
You are the bones
In my legs
That support
My every step
And never let
My muscles fail me.
Every Battle I fight,
You’re the shield to my sword,
Creating the
Offensive protection
Watching over me.
You, nearly shape-shifting,
Play and adapt to many roles for me,
And for that,
My love,
I thank you.
But,
Being my best friend
Forevermore
Is the best role
You can be.
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