My Dear

Have I always been a solitary reaper,
Searching, for a bond increasingly deeper

For someone who would entirely understand,
The matters of the heart as well as the mind

Amidst the trials and tribulations of life,
Who would hold hands and lessen the strife

Out of the blues, did you descend, as an angel, my way,
A shining sun peeping through the clouds on a clear day

Your loving presence lent warmth in the wilderness cold,
Kept me going through thick and thin, the touch of gold

Holding hands, riding on crests and troughs,
Let us adventure and iron out the roughs

Just to pen my thoughts into words,
Thank you for being there
Apology for occasional thunder

Count on me for an entire lifetime,
T o support you any and every time!

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