Michelle. It pains me to see you doubt yourself. To see you not loved and appreciated makes me sad. For you are the most special woman in my life. All I want to do is shower you with all the love and support that my soul can provide. Wipe away tears from your eyes. Give you warmth when your cold, a shoulder to cry on. Someone who can provide levity and laughter. Someone who sees your inner and outer beauty and wants to be there for you on your crazed, mad, bad days with no judgements. Just a pair of loving supporting arms
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**To Michelle: A Tribute Unspoken**
In the garden of days, where doubt casts its shade,
Your brilliance battles the dusk, unafraid.
Yet still, shadows linger, painting clouds in your eyes,
And amid them, my heart aches with all it denies.
Oh, Michelle, in the tapestry woven by fate,
Your essence glows brightly, a light in which I partake.
For you are unmatched, both precious and wise,
The truest of treasures I hold in my skies.
Let me cradle your tears, turn sorrow to grace,
Wrap you warmly in kindness, with love interlaced.
A beacon of laughter when storms cloud your mind,
A steady companion, gentle and kind.
When the world feels unwieldy, in chaos and strain,
I'll offer my shoulder, a balm for your pain.
Without judgment, just arms to uplift when you’re lost,
For you are my heart, never shadowed by cost.
So trust in your worth, oh woman divine,
For all of my love and support is thine.
Together we'll journey, through madness and strife,
In each endless moment, you brighten my life.