My constant
Day and night, things around me change.The thoughts those around me think, the weather, the world.
In all the crazy hussle bussle of the world at hand...
I find the only constant is this man.
People die, and babies are born.
Some days I feel gifted, ten feet above the ground.
Other days I feel scorned.
I find the only constant is is hand.
One day I'm joan of arc, the next day I'm the woman bearing the scarlet letter.
One day the destroyer, and the next the creator.
I find the only constant are his eyes.
Constant, flame, lover, and truth.... How did I ever get through this life without the hope of you!?
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