He thinks of her in the usual way At the usual spot, at the usual time But one things for certain She is not your usual person In the life she has had up until this point Has not a person shown her What real pride is all about For a person must have pride In themselves for sure But to have pride in your love Is to me my number one concern And so it is that I sit and ponder Why on earth my words hit her so Can it honestly be That no one save her children Has ever told her how much pride she gives them There had to have been times When she made them beam with pride And feel like the father of a newborn child If so then why did they not tell her Was it their own pride that blinded their eyes To have so much pride in yourself Is unhealthy at best And when a vision such as her Is given to your trust Why on earth would a man not tell her My Dear Heart, I am so very proud of you Does she have to come up with a cure Or instill world peace or solve life's mysteries Why can't she just be who she is And love and live as we are all meant to do I hear her cries and feel her pain And I know from within I can dry her tears Take her to places until now have only been dreams Am I that good? No not really It is all I can do for this heavenly soul To live with, love with, laugh with and cry with To share our lives as we know we will And it is with this in mind That I say without question or reservation I AM PROUD Not of me and who I am But of you and who I know you to be And it is with my entire heart, body and soul That I thank you for giving me the gift No one else has been able to see It is a sense of pride unequaled For you My Lady, YOU ARE MY PRIDE
Reason for writing:
Because I love her and she makes me so very proud
Birth sign: Not entered
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