Beautiful Words of Art

She says I was gifted from heaven An answer to a prayer; a blessing from the most high That drew a smile, got her singing like she was high Made her dance from dawn till dawn But she couldn’t be more wrong   For I am the one who struck a pot of gold To have you gifted to me, born to you To experience the essence of your immortalised love From where do I begin, which memory do I recall first? Which hug do I ping as the warmest? The motivation, the support, the love, OMG the food I couldn’t list all even if I had an ocean of ink I remember the sacrifices you made for me Ensuring I never went to bed hungry Stayed by my side when I was unwell, pampered me like a prince And kissed me good night when I drifted into dreams I’m sorry for the hell I rained on you   I thought you were nag bug, a leech to my peace, scolded me because you could I didn’t get it then; wish I did but now I do and I'm glad you did I know you forgave, you forgot but I haven’t, I’m sorry

I have always been there From genesis, I have been the shoulder The silent donkey that never tires, never brays  Yet never appreciated, never looked at I have watched, believe me, I have lived your every moment Every sorry excuse, every ridiculous lie told I have watched as they danced in and stormed out Flirting with your emotions, shutting your smile Always been your shoulder, the only shoulder The living wipe to your never drying tears My handkerchiefs, soaked, my throat, dried from consoling you I'm always there to say, "don't worry dearie, you will be fine" I have loved you in secret, dreamed of you with my eyes open Longed to make you feel like a woman and not a sex doll Wishing I could light up that drooping face Make nature jealous of my dreamed happiness But my feelings don't really matter, do they? I'm always going to be that friend who holds your hair while you puke Make your soup in the morning  after your hangover And dresses yo