To my angel, my all, my other self-
A few words today and they in pencil, yours....

When they have come and gone faster away
And you're sick of the ones who stay the bores
When life has come begging at your front door
For moments of your time then left with all
The spirit and the courage you had saved
To brave the coming trials both large and small
And in their stead returned only hardship
To only multiply your frustration
When tired of the daily grind you dream
Of paradise's permanent vacation
When you have gotten to that point in time
Where quitting seems better than going on
I have the greatest hope that somehow then
Before it comes to be you're too far gone
You can look back at all that you have done
And shrug it off as lightly as the wind
And see that it is not eternal taint
That stains you nor that you have greatly sinned
See that all that life has thrown you at once
Is not an overburden nor a curse
And that the way things are is nothing short
Of getting ever better, never worse
But most of all I hope that you would see
That nothing you could ever say or do
Could take away that fact that lowly I
Find more than meets the eye there within you
And that you see how much strength I derive
That from the seeds you sowed there now have grown
That form the spine of my existence- you
It's you my dear, and only you alone.