He Is More

He is more than just a man.

He is the light at the end of the tunnel when you feel like there is no ending to your despair. 

He is the strength that makes me continue fighting what seems like a relentless struggle. 

He is more than just a man. 

He is the one who makes me whole, even though I am complete on my own. 

He takes my pain as his own and has seen me lose hope in the dim hours of the morning when I cannot take the burden of living. 

He holds my hand and makes me continue on this intrepid journey together that we call life. 

He is the fundamental part of my mind which brings me clarity. 

He is the calm in my chaos when I am trapped in my mind and unable to function.

He is more than just a man.

He is soft to the touch but looks rough as stone. 

His past is scattered and blurred from heartache.

He holds himself high as a skyscraper littering the sky line of Dubai. 

He makes me weak and makes me shiver when he brushes his lips along my neck, whispering secrets no one else can dare to know. 

He is more than a man. 

He is my anchor.