
He taught me how to play under the rain after I hated it.
He made me believe in love again after I failed.
He held me close to his heart, after I wasted myself.
He accepted the whole me, he did fix me.
He promised to love me, even after knowing my bitter past.
He makes me laugh everytime I am mad.
He always tells me I can, when I tend to give up.
He carries me when I’m in pain.
He kisses those wounds despite the fact that they’re ugly.
Stretchmarks are ugly, and stitches too.
He continues to give and show love.
Doing his best to be a father and my man.
Each one of us has someone they can call their own.
Own love, own partner who’ll be there through better or worst.
Lucky to have such kind of person, yes it is.
When you found it,
Therefore, take good care of such gift,
Though sometimes we don’t really deserve it,
But they deserve it.
~Quetzal
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