Your words: a beautiful gift
Sparkling, rare, and gold.
My hands were slick with disbelief
And couldn't find a hold.
The fumbled words lay all around
Ashamed, I tried to fix
Them back into the beauty of
What was fantastic.
And now in solitude I know
They carry the same weight;
Their beauty undiminished
By my lack of inner faith,
And highlight You, the giver,
Of these selfless compliments.
They will be in my treasure box
For future accidents.
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