More than words convey;
Full of love, and life, and moxie.
You loved so fiercely;
Unwavering, unreserved.
Withholding no measure
Of love, and acceptance,
And pride in those you loved.
Not in accomplishments,
Or deeds, ability, or effort.
Only because, we're yours.
And to be yours, is to be loved.
Accepted, cherished, and celebrated.
To be yours, was an honor, a privilege,
A bastion I'll treasure forever.
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