They Are...

They are words,

simple letters in a row,

black ink on white paper.

 

They are happiness,

the sweet sound of birds

singing to the open sky,

the gentle and resounding laughter

of our every moment together.

 

They are comfort,

a bright ray of sunlight

piercing the black storm,

the flood of powerful waters

that washes my pain away.

 

They are friendship,

the echoing of good times

that reside in our memories,

the promise of a partnership

that forever we hold dear.

 

They are love,

an invisible blanket of protection

stronger than iron or steel,

a sword against the dragons

who wish to separate us.

 

They are words,

simple letters in a row,

black ink on white paper.

But they are power,

and I write them for you,

yet cannot put into words

how important you are to me.

 

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