I am Thy Source: Hope

I am thy sun as your source to bloom—to grow,
handed you light to give way on your dazzling color—your joyous thoughts,
my warm rays craving to touch your soft petals—thy heart.
I wave you my morning bliss to show the beauty in life.

I am the rain who water your empty pot of love,
for you to get hydrated from that draining spot,
every droplets serve as thy living hope,
‘coz I’ll drown you with positivity and valor.

I am thy air that you breath,
I’ll help you inhale the goodness of happy vibes,
will urge you to exhale the toxic energy inside,
I’ll whistle a song to calm the raging sensation you hide.

I am the soil you’re being planted with,
I hold the foundation that grows from your roots,
will help you to stand strong when the storm approach,
I’ll tighten my grip when you feel like falling down.

I can be your main source to grow my flower—my love,
will let you feel that living is real wonderful—is awesome,
‘tho is in disguise of withered scenarios—diluted life,
I hope you find me essential to be part of you—my man.

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Phile🖋️