2/19/16

I am a love child.
I radiate compassion and positivity.
My mother always sympathetic,
my father forever uplifting.
I was sitting at the bottom of a bottle of tequila,
tucked away neatly in the bud a rose.
I was made up of fiery, passionate, yet tragic young love.
I was made from my father: young, handsome and escaping pain in addictions.
I was born from my mother and into hands like a field of daisies,
I gazed into a smile warmer than the sun itself.
I was a child born into a family broken up of addictions and low inhibitions...
Yet I was floating in rivers of love and strength upon a bed of butterflies.
A child born of two extreme lovers;
I am a love child,
because I was a child born of deepest love.