I'm yours

You touched this tired eyes of mine
and maped my face out line by line,
and somehow growing old feels fine.
I listen close for 'I'm no smart'
you wrap your thoughts in works of art,
and their hanging on the walls of my heart.

I may not have the softest touch,
I may not say the words as such
and though I may not look like much,
I'm yours.

And though my egdes may be rough,
I never feel like I'm quite enough.
It may not seem like very much,
but I'm yours.

You heal the scars over time
you embraced my soul, you loved my mind.
You're the only angel in my life.
The daily news came, my best friend died,
my knees went weak and you saw me cry,
say I'm still the soldier in your eyes.

I know I don't fit in that much,
but I'm yours.