No need for rewind, let the past be the past,
these are not the foundation of something to last;
inhale who they are, accept their imperfections,
be the most tolerant of them, for this is true affection;
never-mind what they did, it is what they are doing;
let not their mistakes, be the reason for ruin; it is
only perfection, when who they are is accepted,
taken in with forgiveness, and never neglected;
so they may walk truly free, be it they scream or they
cry, but you be the shoulder, the ear, and the eye; the
one to console them, the one to appreciate, that they
are who they are, and love them and their fate; no mistake
of the past, no mistake of the present, no mistake of the future,
could ever be relevant; it is this that I seek, it is this that I yearn,
to love me for me, and always willing to learn; if this is the truth,
may I find it indeed, the one that awaits, loving me for me.
