Precious is the time I spent with you, precious is the hand that soothed my inner pain, precious are you. Precious is the look of love I used to see - Precious are the times you talked to me. Never was I alone nor scared because of always knowing that you cared. The times we used to laugh and dance, the words that brought us closer each day  that you used to say. The tears that came from your eyes when you found out the news, the depressing sigh that you let loose. I now realize how precious you are and how my lack of love made you stray afar. Precious is the time we used to play-morning to night never astray. The fights that caused me to cry- never seem to flash in front of my eyes. You were like my child, never should I have turned back on you, especially now when I am needing you. Forever will I remember, the one that I call Precious.