What Am I?
Without your entering
Into my life, in a way
That was the sweet,
Epitome of smoothly
Without your joining
Of hands, in wedded commune
to a young woman whose
cries soon; rained monsoons, on the altar
Without your wiping
Tears, salted; spite publicly,
On greatly more, these occasions
And many more, the weepy occurrences
Without your non-caring
For the thoughts of gapes
Or the glancing of eyes on face
Cleansed; by five-fingered, handkerchiefs
Without those precious sharing
Moments in the world
Of you and I; we subsist,
In love’s mere couplet
Without your refusing
To give up on we;
To let go of, not so easy
To stand in shoes, man
To bring wholeness,
To the door of brokenness
To our exchanging of hope
To my awaking of adoration’s, awoke
To the children; whom deem you dad & papa
To the rock, that shields life’s suffer
To no other; un-selfishly, I wont release their connection
To no man; the title to land
To you, my love’s expression
To you, I demand the question,
Without you, my husband,
“What Am I?”-
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