Psalm 23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

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The Artless Artist
Our world was given to us with many arts. So many forms to express the same thing that sometimes it is hard to begin. Unfortunately it is also hard to learn these forms.

If I were a painter I would paint the beauty you are in my eyes.

If I were a writer I would write tales of what I wish our lives were and your beauty.

If I were a poet I would write poems of how I feel when I think of you.

If I were a musician I would turn my love for you into beautiful notes and play a symphony.

If I were a singer I would sing songs of my love for you.

If I were an actor I would act what I wish our future would be.

If I were a dancer I would dance my life with you.

Alas, I am none of these. I cannot paint, write, make poetry or compose, I cannot sing, act, or dance to show. However I am still human and I still love you, while I lack the ability to show you in any other form, I give you this flower and this note. My heart is with you always and I wish to spend every moment experiencing these arts with you.

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