There is something about the way his eyes soften when he looks at me;
Like a warm breeze on a late summer evening, caressing your skin.
Like a predator stalking his pray, the glint there promising to devour.
There is something about the curve of his smile;
Like the soft sunlight of the dawn reflecting off the faceted ocean.
Like a good belly laugh that makes your eyes water.
There is something about the way he holds me, so close it swallows me whole;
Like a hot bath on a wet, cold Wednesday evening.
Like a warm bed early in the morning on your day off with no plans or obligations.
He has a way of taking all my fear and pain away, all my sadness and self loathing, gone;
Like the kindest black hole, so deep and utterly benevolent.
Like a strong tree shading you from the scorching sun.
He is, more then words can possibly describe.
Soft and stern.
A protector.
A friend.
A mentor.
He has the ability to silence the voices that threaten to consume me everyday;
Like a pair of warm earmuffs during the first snow of the briar winter.
Like your favorite song, where you stop to sing at the top of your lungs.
His heartbeat sings a melody, as I lay my head on his chest;
There, nothing else exists.
Just us.
I never expected in my life, that I would find someone as he. Someone who isn't afraid like I am, someone who can see through all of me; to the very core.
He holds my heart in his hands and he keeps it safe and when he looks at me, with eyes that scream from the heavens, I know I have been given a gift.
My whole life, I have sacrificed myself for everyone else. The daughter who cared for her father, the sister who raised the younger sibling, the wife who takes care of the home.
With him, I am the little girl I was never allowed to be. My heart sings and my smile hurts.
Everyday, he is there, reminding me not to give up, never to give in to the pain of the world, as a person who becomes totally consumed by emotion, I live an unstable life;
He is my rock; keeping me here on earth.
He has scars, and so do I. The balm that soothes, the salve that heals; he is the greatest medicine.
The moment I am in his arms, there is nothing else.
I wear his collar with pride and the little in me sticks my tongue out to all thoes others who seek to steal him, as he is mine.
I only wish to honor him, to make him proud to have me.
I want to take his pain away, and soothe the wounds he has yet to share. I want to see the smile on his face for the rest of my life.
I only hope that one day, there will be nothing in the way and we can watch the sunsets together and just be.
Someday...
-Pandaish