He would sit and talk to me
until the sun came up holding close
every thought I let fall from my lips
with arms wrapped round my heart
he made me feel safe in the middle of storms
and watched over me as I slept safe from harm
in the perimeter of his understanding I
roam free and heal me and can now see
everything I thought hurt now
is pushes to be better in the hard times
and on the days that the pain left me speechless
he would sit by my side as I scribed line after line
and passed sheets of paper across bed sheets
where on better days our body come for our spirits to meet
but there's no room when I am beside myself
and that corner he finds to always still fit and never quit
is in what I measure his wealth...he's good for my health
he that in soft strokes of my hair wipes tears
that I sketched down the cheeks of time where no one can hear
and no one can see...in the lost scrolls that I paint the self portrait of me
across the stars in prayers that are so tortured I dare not
even utter them aloud to the Lord even if standing alone
anywhere that holds his breath or his memory is my home
where I go to be broken and built back whole again
he is more than a lover he is my very best friend
if ever I had a soul mate than it was him
to this day the only to ever see thru the poetry
to see the short comings and tendencies
embrace beyond the external factors my true beauty
refusing to let me be victim to myself ever
knowing the difference between genuine hurt
and my just being clever
never willing to ride with me if I'm wrong
still no matter what I did he stayed by my side all along
carried with inside of my spirit as it's theme song
he was hand crafted by God just for me
he did for my soul what I seek to do for others in my artistry
he is to this very day the love that showed me the definition of unconditionally

*smiles and blows kisses to heaven*