I love the way that you stay really calm
When I go mad and flip my tempered lid
Somehow it's like a gentle soothing balm
That stops and slows me when I'm right in mid-
sentence. I wish I could be calm like you
But something in me fills with burning rage
I wish that I was soft and gentle too
Perhaps, one day, that gift will come with age.
You balance me when I'm about to fall
You take my hand and guide me on my way
Your magnitude and grace make me feel small
You bring me back when I have gone astray.
But how to pay you back for all I owe
When words are all I have and all I know?
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