At Your Door

 With these words I say to you.

Thank you for the things you do.

Little do you know my love.

That God is watching from above.


Thank you for your whispered words.

That soothes my soul.

And my loins girt.

Thank you for the little things.

You do each day.

So in my heart I know you will stay.


The treasures of the moment lasts.

That each day spent.

With you is a blast.

And with each smile you give to me.

A new ' Thank You" sets me free.


And so I walk.

Where freedom reigns.

With gratitude  and no disdain.

For all the tears I shed before.

Was worth the price.

To stand at your door.





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