Endless worth

If you stumble back

Upon my words

From days perhaps

When my habds were warm

Then know this now

My you who I told

In a time almost as imperfect as yourself

Be it young or old

Or in action or still

I loved you for you, not myself at all

And to your future growth I bend

Unbroken

I always wished to command my will

Becaus you are

And are worth it

Always

Saria