& When I think of you
I think of you with pride.
A mold of clay edged and round
In the shape of you.
My one desire found each and every
time I look at you.
Dare I say love. My best friend.
Though we may not understand
God always has a plan.
The darkest hour before the light
of a day that could end at any moment.
It's moments like this that make us
appreciative.
My hopes, my dreams.
The light of anticipation hitting every curve
of your face.
The stretch of your body,
Things I know I'll never forget.
& When I think of you
I think of God's plan and how impossible
It could have been anybody else but you.
Something that I sincerely hope you
know that I'll never take for granted.
My hope, my deep down,
My best friend, my sunshine on a cloudy day
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