long before i was the grain of an idea you were radiating 
warmth in large doses everywhere you watched, stirring 
two pots boiling over right before your very eyes two 
vines grew in spirals from your hands, bearing a 
resemblance and kind of like a boomerang you threw me out 
of sight knowing i'd be hurtling right back to you sipped 
like fine wine these moments gratify more and more as 
both of us grow older and more alike stop and gather me 
up as this messy life is spilling from my grasp you're in 
my mind, and you're telling me it's never wrong to cry 
and if i'm kind, you shoud know where i learned to be and 
if i'm brave, watching you softly slaying dragons made 
that possible for me