Who He Is
Nov 18, 2009 in Poetry
The man that I love
is a prince when life is calm,
when times are good.
He is attentive and
all that can be dreamed of.
The man that I love
is a partner when life is stormy.
He tries to bury his own pain
even when it is nearly too much.
He continues to care
even when the stress
seems too great to care.
The man that I love
still cracks a smile
when there is little to smile about.
He rallies my spirits
even when there is little left to rally.
His core remains the
same, strong, steadfast soul
whether we’re riding the waves of success
or struggling through the strife of despair.
I recognize him in all times
constant and loving.
That is who he is.
