An Ode to Him

How can I begin to explain how you

complete me in every possible way?
What weakness is mine, is your strength.

What strength is yours, is my weakness.

I taste my tears only from the happiness

I receive when you surprise me with

gifts that I feel I do not deserve.

You wipe what tears are forming from pain

and make sure I'm breathing and not

falling apart in the warm cage of your arms.

Domesticate me and tell me I'm going to be

okay, because it just doesn't seem real from

anyone else but you.

You gave me time, you gave me love, you

gave me acceptance when I needed it the most.

My heart says yes, my mind says yes, and you

answer with the same symptoms as I do.

A quickened heart pace, sweaty hands, dry lips

and pink cheeks swelling to full life from the love.

I am enamoured with what I feel and I have

never felt more safe than I do when I hear your voice.

I'm glued back together, stitched into a quilt, and

you're not afraid to put me to use. You aren't afraid

of breaking me because I've been broken and you're

the solid, crazy glue that holds me up.

All I've ever known from you is your deep love for me

and the simple fact that you'll never give up on me.

I need that, because when I fall, I fall hard, but I have

so many problems I can't fix on my own. You can

handle me and the maintenance I bring forth. You

can make me smile in the worst of times and the best

of times. I regret nothing because of you. I've lived

and I've loved, and you're the last one I want to love.

Oh, you are the one for me.