To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make... ~Truman Capote

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

To Keith...

Love like a burning amber never to burn out.
Goodness like a sun shedding light.
Giving the world without a doubt.
Ready to take on any fight.
For the ones who possess your love,
Are the luckiest of them all.
Raining down endless care from above.
For they know you'll catch if they should fall.
A composer of words that bleed from the soul.
Such passion and labor that never takes toll.
For I clearly believe...
You are everything a father should be.
Like a ship braving the sea.
I thank you unconditionally for your belief in me.

(For you. In return of your kindness and your lovely words...)

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