None_Other

Who else can I call to, when the 3 a.m. fog has thickly settled, and nearer draws the morn with expectant beckening;
When my restless mind makes no allowence to rest, yet yields to the ficklest worry of my adolences?
...But you.

Who else can ease and silence the wars of my heart when I feel as though my skies have fallen;
Or what is more, show me the begotten (and senclessly forgotten) hope that beams at every tunnles end?
...But you.

Who else has those words that seep comfort into me, and still inspires my soul when it has gone idle;
Who can wipe away every tear with the utmost understanding and care in it's entirety;
Who else can talk sence to the frantic cries of my ignorance, and fill with tender warmth into my heart: just where it had gone barren?
...But you.

Who else was predestined for me, so perfectly?
How could the Heaven's ever proceed you:
Only, once again, to show the truth of every miracle.

Who else? Who else? None other:
But you.

-me [1986 -?]