My Sweet Garrett,
I'd like to once say thank you, again.
The way you love me is that of a most trusted friend:
Your smirk is subtle but your eyes are wide,
You feel sad when you discover not my secrets, but the reasons I hide.
The patience you smother me in is like sweet honey,
Your laugh is energizing whether or not I'm actually funny.
Most of all you're the best friend that I've ever had,
Whatever I did for God to deserve you I'm sure glad.
A poem I wrote:
"Dear God,
Bless the pavement that he walks at day,
Chase all of his bad dreams to go away.
Grant every hunger to be fed,
Cause that warmth may encircle his bed.
Have every question unfold itself,
with answers that duel the presence of hell.
Help him come to know the nature of YOU,
Hold his hand always, through and through.
Calm the wakes of every wave,
Satisfy the roots of righteous craves.
Sing the notes of every song,
That harmonize words to push him on.
My deepest wish is for him to know,
That he is everything that I could ask for in a man."
I don't know if verses of poetry that rhyme make much sense to you, but I hope you can pay attention to the way you feel. I hope that when you read whatever I try to write that you come closer to understanding how much I love you.
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