He
Happy Father’s Day to all those wonderful fathers out there. As a gift to myself, I am posting my favorite poem that was written by my wife entitled ‘He’. I absolutely love this poem & I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.
HE
his kiss is like the sweetness of bliss if it could be tasted
he makes me fell like each moment spent without him is wasted
our bodies dance completely in tune vibrating underneath half moons
he looks at me in that way “don’t go baby, please stay.”
I didn’t know I could feel this way
so soon after walking away
from a lonely place
I thought I had to stay
until I realized I could not go another day.
Now I wake up to him
his eyes looking at me with such intensity
and in his reflection I see the beauty that used to be me
he touches me so softly, my hair caressed and kissed
and when we part
I am missed
He
is the one I seek to spend every day and every week with
so how could I not try at least
he might be my destiny
he seeks to bring out the best in me
and when I am naked, he still want t see the rest of me
I am appreciated from my mind to my lips to my face to my toes and my embrace
when I think of him, I smile
he asks me to come on over and stay a while
but it’s not just me that’s stunned
he’s known me for some time now, but still asks “Where did u come from?”
I suprise him at every turn
we twist and moan and speak soft words
we touch and whisper and smile and laugh
we share and stare int the eyes of each other
and wonder what would one do without the other
I want this feeling to last forever
but we must be quite clever
he knows that things aren’t always easy
but he spiritually feeds me
mentally meets me
and physically heeds me
he is sunshine when my day is gray
he makes all doubts fade away
he is solid and stable like the strongest tree
and he neveer lets me go, always holding me
cause he know I need stability
he is honest and silent and strong
his vision is farther than the day is long
he is the one you think about
dream about
can’t do without
he is the reality, never the fantasy, because I have tasted him and it’s not a dream
it’s better thant it seems
I must confess, no words can express the wholeness of
He
who is he?
friend. lover. father. husband.
he is
my reflection. my connection. my protection.
he is
the object of my affection
it is HE