About my Man

Another venting poem. I don't believe in God, but for some reason I felt that he needed to be referenced in this poem. I wonder if anyone will catch this-----

A man of a man

That takes and gives

A man of a man

That dies yet lives

 

With a swing of his arm

You feel the air

Winding and wounding

Without any care

 

Is this man momentous?

By this of his gaze

Is he entitled to you?

He’ll be given the praise  

 

A phase of my life

A moment in him

I could live for this

For only his whim

 

Take care,

 

A man of a man

That takes and gives

A man of a man

That dies yet lives

 

Given the chance

To leave this behind

But as God as my witness

My love is just blind

 

Just like him

Careful and strong

It’s no wonder

My life feels long

 

Safer and Safer

This day becomes

But he is in this

And I’m in love.