I Cry

When I think of you I cry. I cry tears of joy, not sorrow. Knowing that it will all be better tomorrow. The joy you bring me is unparallel by comparison. I have to tell myself that it’s ok to cry because I’ve held back the tears for so long forgetting that God counts every tear. No wonder you’re good at math, he sent me my very own mathematician. I cry because I’m happy, I cry because I’m free, I cry because he made you especially for me!