My weakness stems from you, and ends in you.
If you stand by me, I will stand forever to fight on.
On and on,
Even for something I'll never have.
I'll never have that peace, or that happiness,
Or that joyful simplicity that I've always secretly longed for.
But it's not so secret now, merely unattainable,
Though, I swear, I felt it on my fingertips
And tasted it on my tongue. It was bittersweet.
It held inside it all of my fears, so many of my failures,
And all of my defeats.
But it had within it my victory, my one victory.
It had within it you, and your kindness and your strength.
And it's you that makes it sweet.
The rest of my life could be spent with you, holding you,
Telling you everything, every whim of my soul,
Without ever uttering a word, though somehow, you understand.
And you return the blessing.
Tsike Community Member 
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