For what it's worth she loved me more than I could love myself
hers, love that I could feel and rejoice by
There when I wake
There when I'm short of patience
When my world is bizarre
shy and down and out
I look toward the glow she keeps for me
Know I'm not quite worthy
She has no faith in God
yet so much faith in me
it should be mine
She understands my underlying currency
Much better than i could ever have
the small part of me that keeps creating value
Keeps bringing it back like a bank would
pray for a day near her that renews my faith
I caught her glancing at me
Can she see that which is hidden so deep
Intangible quality i've never seen
Look upon that steel thread devotion
Permeating this woman my wife
Reminding me how limited I am
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