I am Yours


Wrinkled marks of your tanned skin and labored hands

Dry skin of old age,

Where underneath lies the youthful visions

You are the rain to my growing soul.


Bones stretched and fragile

Emphasizing toils of yesterday

The nights you turned days and hours into seconds

To blanket my cold arms

To water my seed of aspirations

To crown my goals with hope


You are gift

You are hope

You are courage

You are sunshine

I am yours,

 As you are mine.


–A. Perez


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