This Man

Upon first knowing the man who was to become my husband. He loved me for who I am, because that was just what he was looking for...

                                    This Man

 

He came one night.

So small and quiet.

A gentle-man,

A formal man,

Offering to be my friend.

 

We walked and talked.

We talked and walked.

And laughed

And laughed

And laughed.

 

He touched my hand.

I turned to sand.

And I saw he was more

Than I’d thought before,

So I offered a bit of my Self.

 

He took my Gift

And began to sift

It through his soul

And then to fold

A bit of himself into it.

 

From each other we take.

And a nectar we make

To strengthen,

To nourish

Our love.

 

            -Jo-

            4/18/01  12:25 a.m.

            About Jose

            San Antonio