Him.
A clear, deep voice rings across the room,
It reaches me efficiently and fast.
All I hear is my heart's boom,
I stand relaxed but attentive, like a mast.
When my surroundings are quiet,
When no one else is around.
He is still there. I want him there.
I am in my most comfortable state.
Quirkiness and mirth are his specialty,
Caring love and attention are mine.
I treat him like royalty,
We are one, hooked on the same line.
Laying on a bed, the sun shines perfectly;
A smile stares me down from the side.
The other half of me is idle, content,
I cannot help but smile back.
There is nothing which completes me more,
Then his heart beating against my own,
My love is true, I deplore,
It occupies my entire mind's throne.
Nakedness of the flesh,
Is not as important,
As nakedness of emotion:
I remove all feelings' garments.
He gives me the courage.
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