With all my heart I love her.
I seem smitten more severely every marching moment of the day.
I am as lucky to spend time with her as I am to be alive.
She is a gift of solid friendship and vital link to a safe haven of hope and trust.
She loves me despite my situation or shortcomings.
She's never dwelt on my faults or flaws, but will not settle for less than the best I can give.
Her smile is my diamond and her touch a glimpse of all that ultimately is gold.
I know she must think me slightly insane as I stare at her speaking to people, smiling like an idiot and barely hearing the words through the growing fog of emotion and deep respect for her that holds me hypnotized.
Whatever imperfections she may feel toward herself, I find strangely absent from my own opinion.
She has raised good, honest, and kind children.
They are like her, gifts to an aching world, unafraid to venture out and heal it with the fellowship and shine of their worthy souls.
She is not someone another can keep, she'll not be trapped or fooled.
I can only love each second shared and do all I can to merit what second may be next.
She is not a wife, nor only lover,
She is a dream.
-Hermit King-
Orig Published 09/09
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