There are times we don't know what to call someone so special to us...boyfriend sounds like we're extremely young. Man sounds like...well, "man". We could call someone our mate, partner, ace, best friend...all of these things. Or, you could describe until one tires of you singing the praises of your love. This is my take on a very special person who left the world much too soon:
No one word can describe the volume and magnitude of his meaning to me
so I see it necessary to express the depths of his
imprint stamped on my heart.
He is my…
unlimited joy enveloped in brown skin
and a grin that melts the frozen parts of me.
He is my…
heart’s desires manifested in a surreal reality
moving me to ponder whether I am actually awake.
He is my…
every boundless dream imaginable yet finally within my reach
teaching me to forever strive for infinite possibilities
and never settle.
He is my…
rhythm in my strut, wind in my hair
for he makes me feel light
like I’m traveling on a butterfly’s wings.
He is my…
song I sing effortlessly and flawlessly
for the beauty is in the passion of the melody
not in the precision of being perfect.
I hit notes loud and right because he sees the best in me.
He is…
my radiant smile at the silliest things
He is…
my hips moving to the harmony we create in silence
He is…
more than a friend though such a foundation created this very moment
He is…
not my boyfriend for this is a Man
in every sense of the word.
From his maturity to his integrity
to the way his stride reflects wisdom in his young years.
A walk that evokes tears
by just the sheer knowledge of the hills and valleys he’s endured.
I see so much in store for
He is my…
vision I never dared to share with anyone else
for their sight was blinded by doubt and fear
But here he and I are and it’s so hard to know what to call him
I just know he is my…
Happiness in the staccato of my heartbeat
when his presence shines over my past pain
I will no longer refrain from calling him my…
Strong climax of multiple emotions
washing refreshing waves over my eroded hope.
He is my…
unlocked and untapped bliss
Breaking chains that had me rooted
in a murky existence.
He is my…
Clarity in simplicity.
My…Honesty with delicate delivery.
My…Gentleness in the eye of the storm.
For our climate is peaceful
no matter the seasons we encounter.
We even dance in the rain
appreciating God’s droplets that
leave our souls renewed and ready to conquer any challenge.
He is my…
Twinkle in these dark brown eyes
Taking in this unhindered view with new lenses.
He is my…
Provider of emotional safety
My…supporter of individuality
My…safe space to just BE.
Hence, my hesitation in naming him
Is not a minimization of his importance
I deem it the complete opposite
for it is a reflection, an introspection
a pause in my inability to be concise.
My life is and will forever be shifted by this…
By him.
where I can only find presumptuous comfort in simply calling him
my Future.
