You, whose approval I strive for,

Whose knowledge knows no end.

Your words, that I seek,

contain venomous praise

that burn and destroy and build me up.

   You, whose arms keep me safe,

Whose humor is a dry desert oasis.

Your words, that I know,

glisten with blues and gold,

that shines and holds me steady.

   You, whose eyes look to me,

Whose hand takes mine with longing.

You’re young and full of awe,

Your world is changing

before your eyes.

   You, who has yet to meet me,

waits for me with open arms.

You’re the one meant for me, alone;

The only one, whose heart belongs

only to me.

   You, who loves me above all others,

Whose teachings I follow,

Whose image I am made to be like.

You alone, are the one I know most,

And you know me more than others.

   You are the men in my life,

The ones who make me who I am.

The few, whose wisdom and guidance

I strive for; whose love is meant

for me, and whose promises, I keep