EVERYTHING TO ME
He has become everything to me
yet he does not even know it,
for his humility will not allow him
to believe in the power of his love.
He asks me often "Why do you love me?"
and each time, the words of a favorite poet
of mine spring into my mind…
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…"
For there are so many reasons
that my heart feels full of love,
of admiration and respect for this
wonderful man, so rare.
Endlessly could I regale any listener
with qualities that make him the one…
the one who exceeds my every wish
with each moment spent in conversation.
Never has anyone given me more of himself,
sharing every part to the depths of his soul, whether
fearful or not of being perceived wrongly;
he has the courage to reveal himself to me…
…and gratefully I receive this gift.
Loving-kindness guides his every deed,
giving to others whenever he sees a need;
whether in writing to ease someone's
pain or to herald their joy…
or reaching out to an elderly one
with a helping hand providing
any small token he is able to give…
or sending flowers to the mother of
the woman he loves, just to
say thank you for bringing
her daughter into this world…
His humor, his heart, his sentiment,
his spiritual center, his talent,
his sensuality, his strength,
his beautiful brown eyes,
his kiss, his embrace,
his very being.
Need I say more?
He is everything to me
and now, I hope he knows…
K.Tate Jacoby
copyright September 2, 2010
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