You, the light thatburns in the middle
of the dreary day,
you hold all my secrets
in your ever so
willing and capable
mind.
My story is held
within your rough
exterior,
painted with your
softened touches.
I'll give you all my passion
to cradle in your
cracked, rugged hands
as they show me the
hard work you will
always promise to give.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥