TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND...(A poem.)
I used to envy the weak. Because it seems, they have the ability to settle for anything.
I couldn't.
I wouldn't.
I waited for you because I knew before even knowing you, that you were my everything.
The smell of you provokes my passion.
Your eyes see through me like the fates see through destiny and it frightens me because, no one has been able to see the inside of me.
Like you do.
You see me.
The timber of your voice awakens me and holds my attention with your Masculine affection. I knew before I met you that you and only you, would appreciate my inner Feminine.
I've never given my heart, my body and my soul to a man I respected. So, my spirit is still quite virgin. I've only known pretenders and emotional thieves that expertly eviscerated my ability to trust, with the skill of a surgeon.
You heal me with your touch, your affection and your passion. You are my miracle in action. Loving you with the entirety of my being is instinctual and has become my most natural reaction.
I see you.
You are my sword.
I am your shield.
You are in my hand and I am in your hand. Many may not understand that it took lifetimes living without you but the miracle is, in this one? I am finally yours and you are finally, my man.
