Matters to Me the Most

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My Epistles: Miamians

Just let me be the reason you wrap your scarf at night,

The warmth beneath the makeup that angels brushed just right,

The pull that makes you reach for me before you’re counting sheep,

Then you’ll hear the thunder in the heart you keep.

Just let me be the hands that paint your toes in candle’s glow,

The hush behind your footsteps to the bath where waters flow,

The sweetness on your lips when the world has worn you thin,

Then you’ll feel the breath I lose when you walk in.

It’s only you and only me

In this quiet little space,

Where disbelief comes easily

When your light fills up the place;

Let me hold each second tight,

Let the love rise slow,

When we sway into the night,

Then you’ll finally know…

What matters to me the most.

Just let me be the calm that settles storms inside your chest,

The breeze that finds your spirit when your soul won’t rest,

The truth that winter’s cold can’t touch the fire we grow,

Then you’ll feel the strength I’ve come to know.

Just let me be the stardust in the sky above your dreams,

The moonlight dancing softly in your brown-eye beams,

The dimples deepening gently as the seasons shift again,

Then you’ll learn how love has no end.