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it seems I take forgranted
all that stands before me
like looking through a window
sometimes its hard to see
Hes been so nicely polished
no smudges left to wipe clean
yet sometimes I look right through him
at the world he cant offer me
He outstretches his hand
with his heart in its palm
I wrap my fingers around it
and with no hesitation give my own
He changes and becomes
all that I could ask
He mutters to himself
but always does the tasks
At times I wonder
if this is truly what we need
But he never stops to ponder
if a mistake had been made
I see my reflection
in the window pane
I see it in his eyes
how much my love must mean
It hurts if I think
that theres something else beyond
because what seems pretty good
I have my husband Don
With all his heart he loves me
with his mind and soul as well
So why take forgranted
and end up sitting out in hell?
Instead sometimes I sit alone
and want to stay that way
other times I need his love
and yet another want to play
I want him to shield me from the rain
keep me from the cold
but then sometimes I want to get my feet wet
sometimes the warmth gets old
God I know I love him
because I dont want him to feel any pain
I want to keep him warm
and keep him out of the rain
I can hope I have the strength
to keep it all together
so I can be his window
I can sheild him from from lifes weather