he carries a sword and buckler
though no one sees
quiet, calm exterior
with a raging river beneath
just listen quiet and feel
do nothing but feel when
he's by your side
intensity in his spirit
a power undefined
how others miss it I don't know
maybe hurried to reveal themselves
when he is the real treasure
the story he's reluctant to tell
everyday that I draw breathe, I pray,
the signs never stop that he is near
he speaks to me in ways
others are unable to hear
is it me? , no it is all him
that reaches anywhere I am
he is the cool rain that soothes
my hot summer skin
the fire that warms my heart
when I've turned cold
and the tear wiped by a hand
forbidden from his to hold
Lauren B Called
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-49/
