Fierce love.

I love the way you teach me.
You take me through the fire and hold me still.
Ever present, even when it seems you are not there.
You allow me to make a mess of myself, then you show up with the message.

Every mess turn message makes me finer...like flour.
I love the way you teach and love me.

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