When’s the last time you stopped and smelled the roses, and I mean really stopped?
I know you and that brain of yours,
continuously turning even at rest.
Over and over again.
We’ve never truly rested
Because we’re constantly searching
This is my love letter to you.
have patience with yourself as you do others;
hold compassion where you’ll normally critique.
Everything going on with your mind and heart doesn’t need to be figured out.
Sometimes all you need to do is just be,
This is my love letter to you,
To be kind,
To be patient.
Everything you need,
Everything you seek,
Is within to see things through.
I love you.