Poem for her 509

Dear Readers,


There too(2)


Those hands on hips the arms soft
The hairs on them tasty but I don't lick
Though I want to sooth them lightly
I know it's life that slightly hits
The things I can't impact but do
I think of morning Dew
Of thing to do
The thoughts stream fast
I want to shelter her
From the storms
The things of life
As well I can
But the teams of others
That I can't move
I think fast and offer all
I move slowly just her
My only focus
There is a way
Focus on her
Always my choice
Only her
The subject of my reason
Her
The reason for my being
Her
The soul of my soul
Her
I am always focused on her
I hold her
Comfort her
With her
Love Her

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.