You never let me wear a frown.
You hold me up like no one could—
And make me feel all understood.
You read between the words I speak,
You know my strength, you know I’m weak.
You see the worst and call it good—
And help me stand where no one would.
So if they ask what love has stood,
I’ll point to you, I always should.
For in your arms I understood—
That all of me was always good.
— The PastLife]]>