He holds my hand when we walk through thorns.
He picks me up when we walk over puddles.
He is the support to my balance.
He is the calmness to my core.
He guides me to my destination when I struggle to find my way.
He makes the path with his bare hands for me to follow.
He awaits calmly by my side to make sure I do not stumble.
He rides with me on my derailed roller coaster.
He laughs and smiles as the breeze arrays his face.
He is my one and only..he is my everything...he is my rock.
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That is lovely, Carly.
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