You pour water on my soul
It’s kind of an unsaid thing
You can say as much as you like
Love is not in writing or words
I’m learning it these days.
Was he like a little boy?
The way he just stood there
He was so sweet
So humble
So true, so free
Humble makes pure
Humbleness even in rejection.
No lashing back with pride or ego
Still so sweet
Humble makes pure.
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