Barefoot, walking in warm sand..Sand clinging between your toes
Me clinging to the side of your arm..
I couldn't help but to think that you were God..
Round face shaped like the sun..
Jet black hair allowed my mind to think that you were God..
Cuz you didn't age..
Skin was perfect..
And you didn't wear shoes..
God doesn't wear shoes right?
Your lips were wise..
Full, and magical as they spoke..
Long legs taking little steps so that I could keep up with you..
Were you God?
I didn't know the meaning of father until I saw you at the airport that day
Proud look stroking your face as if you just KNEW I was imperfect and you would fix all my bruises and scrapes..
When I landed on that plane, I thought that it was too late for you to cover my bruises with the bandaids of your hand..
To kiss my boo-boos and to tell me that everything would get ALL better..
Boy, was I wrong..
You not only kissed my boo-boos but you healed them..
Are you God?
You picked me up off my feet, twirling me in thin air, causing everyone in the airport to stare..
As if I was as light as a feather..
Were you God?
When you told me your story, I didn't think that you were capable of loving me again..
But you did.
I love you...