Love For The Ones Who Breathe Just As I

Where there is person's with experiences and different pasts,

is where my curiosity runs wild.

The love that I am beholder of, of people's smiles , shows

through my wonder filled eyes, and the speed

of the love that is within them is always fast , 

never is it mild. 

My heart grieves for the griever , my heart is inspired 

by the believer. 

The love I have for people, when I'm long gone, will be 

remembered here. 

My soul is on fire because of the stories the fellow adventurer holds.

Proud I am, and forever will be, of the bold.

They shine , do they know?

They blossom like pure flowers , do they know?

Well I will make my duty to constantly tell them so.

The complex keeps me busy, the shy makes me 

wonder.

The little are precious , while the confident makes my heart beat and rumble

like thunder. 

This is all true, let me never lie,

for I have grand love for the ones who breath just as I.