by a friend and i.

one. & e.s.s.

To the one the only true believer,

The one who believes in us all,

The Father who wishes His children only to succeed

& cries rivers when we don’t.

And the magic of the wind

Through the trees,

That song,

Sweet sound.

My eyes are islands on which I am alone in peace

In solitude.

In strength.

In the roar of my inner lioness.

I see a lion looking back at me in the mirror,

Beckoning a hidden strength,

The hidden strength of yesterday,

Of yesteryear,

Of me,

Of you.

I see her,

The girl formed by the imagination of the clouds.

To the one, the only true believer,

To our Father in heaven

& His rep here on earth.

I love you.

More than words describe.

Beyond the capacity of the emotions you created.

Love.

me