He stands with the light illuminating him from behind
Accentuating his profile
Head to toe, perfection
Every curve illuminates to me
It’s not just the aesthetics
It’s his passion that draws me
The raw emotions
He expertly contains within his being
Discipline like no other
He is vulnerable but will always
Have a wall up with everyone
Even me.
I see him for all his worth and goodness
I see past his walls
How he hurts, and how he loves
Oh, how he loves
So unrepressantly.
I’ve been there before.
A few times when I was the object
Of his affection
Now he dwells within the higher caliber version of women
That will put me to shame.
But I can still see him
In all his glory
In all his perfection
Every contour of his face, his body, his sound.
I’ve committed to memory.
Even if I were to go blind
Simply by touch I’d know him with complete confidence.
©AyalaRain
To Make Your Day Sweet 