why I love him

at night his breathe I hear

soft rustle pattern

innocent my babe

his smooth shaven skin

sometimes in day

I catch him looking at me

or feel his glaze

on my back

and know he's loving

and admiring me

my tall broad-shouldered prince

is more than I imagined

I never thought

life would be this good

it keeps getting better

hell ya

it gets better

beyond my sweetest dream

the thought of him

melts me

chokes me

catches my throat 

I won't lie

sometimes I'm furious too

and I can't believe

that he didn't see it

or that he forgot

or whatever

sometimes I don't know

why I'm mad

or sad

or withdrawn

or snappy

or in love 

and still

he's at my side

sees me

sits beside me

on our second date

we decided

that if we got together

we wouldn't break up

over parking spaces

or toilet-paper brands

or silly little things

however attached

we'd grown

up to now

some things are more important

we decided

we want eachother

more than little things 

part of me can't explain

why I love him

as if he has to do something

to merit it

as if actions

are more important than being

part of it's because

I was born to love

as was he

and are you

to feel bonded 

my heart rate rise

when I sit on a plane

miles away

and draw up his image

holy in my heart

when we grow old

when his broad shoulders droop

smooth skin wrinkles

beautiful thighs thin

I think I'll love him more

us golden beings

still holding hands

deeper connected now

calmer

less rushed

centered

blessors

our bed

still a place of magic

our nest our repose

he still loving to me

I still loving him

listening

putting up with

tolerating

celebrating

he deserves the very best

in him a golden child

an ancient divine

that commands my respect

my adoration

my love

I think I'll sit with that question

take a lifetime

to explore it

man I love him