a thank you

you fill my heart 
with the loveliest bits of life
warm chocolate chips melting
into the pores of sorrow
that I have been carrying 
but safe but sound
I will wait
a bit more
and a bit more and more
to tell you that you are my rock
and whatever the tides take away from you
they take away from me
you make my eyes glow
and as they glide over yours
you make them grow
you hear the tiniest of thanks from me
but you will never know enough of them
those that chant your name
never enough 
yet listen thanking me God
never enough
yet listen

thank you, thank you love

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