I am a pair of eyes that finds wonder in you;
I am a jigsaw of smiles and tears;
I am the soul that glows when you're near
And the hands that would lift every shadow from your face.
I am imperfect, only human -
Often incoherent, often incomprehensible.
I am not magic, but flesh and blood;
I bleed, I cry, and I laugh for you.
I am sorry for being human,
But humanity is what I have to offer;
Humanity and an open mind
And a hesitant heart that loves too fiercely.
I can't promise mountains and rivers of gold
Or perfect happiness in every moment
But I will try -
I'll try and not count the cost.
That's what love is, I guess:
Not counting the cost of words and deeds,
But weighing that cost
As though tomorrow depends on it.
I don't fight with big actions, but small ones;
I struggle too, to find my way.
It's so new, this world we've built
And so terrifyingly fragile.
I don't want to break it.
But I also don't want to break.
After all, I'm
Only human.
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