i know that
pretty words
don't always comfort you
when your bank statements arrive
hearing me
tell you 'you're beautiful'
doesn't erase those cold stares
of co-workers killing their dreams by routine
saying you wear the perfume
of crushed vanilla bean and tulips
doesn't do the dishes
but my wish is that you see
that my pretty words
are only seeds
that my heart's growth towards you
plants and nurtures within you
just to show
i can sweep floors, rub your feet
fix stovetops and furniture
and help with grocery needs
pretty words celebrate all that's wonderful about you
the beautiful deeds i want to do for you
are to make sure none of that will ever change.
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