He Is

Growth. He is the rose that

Blooms in the hollow of my chest,

The desire to improve beyond expectation,

To propel forward, arm in arm.

Tranquility. He is the caress of a soft song

That dances so delicately across the keys,

Fingers that run gingerly through my hair,

Whispers that scatter storms in my mind.

Truth. He is the grains of sand

That wipe away the calluses of my being,

Eyes like glass to his inner vitality,

Promises that are wholeheartedly kept.

Joy. He is the sound of laughter at 3AM,

Dimples embedded in my cheeks,

Wrinkles and lines in the

Corners of my eyes and grin.

Love. He is the hands of a well-tended garden,

The dressing rather than disposing,

Embraces that are overdue and overheld,

Brushing of lips despite the chokehold of time.

Life. He is the core values of existence,

The choosing of names for children,

Repetition of I love you’s and again’s and forever’s,

Wedding, bedding, and rocking chair.

He is all that I’ve waited for in this life,

All that I’ve dreamed of experiencing,

Blown birthday candles and broken wishbones,

All I could ever need and never live without.

He is mine and I am his.