Poetry

When at last we are accustomed.. to shoulder what we load...
Life will put a curve.. on a straight and narrow road...
No matter what the obstacle.. that's placed in front of you...
You rise to the challenge.. and what you have to do,
It's a trait that I admire.. it shows how strong you are...
It makes me proud to know you.. and how you've come so far,
The strength you have within you.. that others clearly see...
Was "something that you gave".. and made a better man of me,
It's a reason I was drawn to you... like the moth is to a flame...
It wasn't just your beauty.. this heart had longed to tame,
Your spirit is so complex ... with sides that you've kept stowed...
Or a stallion that runs free.. no man has ever rode,
I look up when I see you... what you gave to me is real...
Strength, love, and hope.. are the things you make me feel.