He feels
the parts of me
that hurt
He know
without words
He only puts
his hands on me to heal
the parts of me that were
once taken for granted
He allows me to be soft
but he reveres my strength
He's in awe
that a woman like me exists
He took me in
when I was on the streets
He let me live
in his humbleness
He held me close
He held me tenderly
He was strong and steady
Without a rush
to have me sexually
He shared with me
his goals
He shared with me
his fears
He shared with me
his dreams
He shared with me
everything
Each time I woke
breakfast was made
A bowl for me
next to the bed
While he's on the floor
exercising
I can't help but stare
at the chiseled
features of a god
wrapped in flesh
Trying to keep
chewing the food
in my jaw
But now and again
it'd just fall
His eyes
are always
filled with love
His heart
is open
to give
me enough
About the Creator
Sarah Jane
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