The Man I love

His Warm heart,
Speaks the words as art,

His brilliant mind,
Full of wisdom; confined,

His unspoken word; his silence,
Is timeless melody of patience,

His hopes and dreams define,
From the early morning sunshine,

His thoughts of the unreach,
In darkness, he beseech,

His eyes sees the forbidden and the unseen,
The places where...I always had been...