The thought of you gives me strength.
When my will wavers
And my hope hides
I imagine your hand
Holds mine.
I picture you whispering
Three words
"It'll be okay."
Arms encircling my waist.
When I am
Rock bottom
Motivational crash
I know you'd wipe away
My tears.
Cliché
But I don't care
Because I love you
All of you.
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