Exceptional

How rich you have made my life...

Love Letter to Father, Son & Holy

by Artasylum

When the race began, it was anyone's game. Your heart burns hot; it's a budding flame.   Your unflinching confidence  prevails with palpable courage. Your penchant for excellence will not be discouraged.   A thoroughbred, You’re cloaked in a most uncommon coat.  Never do You show fear or entertain fickle hope.    Lesser folk cast aspersions; hurling sinister trials Your way. You rise above the malevolence; fates favor You today.   Such a blessing to know a wiser force guides me. Dissolving darkness, I surmount limits to be free.   Daily, I try to control my life; cursing and kicking, on my knees. I make selfish demands that raucous rants set me free.   You teach me how to understand, to believe in myself with perfect grace. My natural and magical love for You renews my flickering faith.

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#444 2019