To my Mother:
I praise you for being someone
I've always fought to be,
Someone who understands
the language of love.
To the moon:
I'm thankful for the comfort
you render in my loneliest of moments,
and for the reminder that
in my darkest days there'll always be light.
To religion:
I'm thankful for the soothing
tales of an everlasting paradise-
a tale I confide in to escape
the reality of life's pain.
To my dear readers:
I thank you for submitting
your eyes to my written words
and your hearts to conceiving
that which you see.
I write to the woman I love,
the one whose heart
isn't far from reach...
"love" is the only thing I'll ever preach.