He Doesn’t Know
He doesn’t do it very often,
But I love it when he smiles.
And not the mysterious slant of his lop-sided grin,
But that genuine, eye-twinkling smile.
He does it even less,
But I love it when he laughs.
And not the humourless, hollow sound,
But that rumbling, contagious laughter.
He has the kind of voice that I’d want to wake up to;
Soft and deep.
Accented and commanding.
Protective and reassuring.
He is not overly huge.
And he’s not very tall either.
But there’s a quiet confidence,
A menacing danger,
Wrapped in that lean, muscular body.
When all is said and done,
And it seems like we’ve won;
He’ll never rest.
For he knows tomorrow there’ll be more to come.
So forever alert he remains-
Forever my Warrior he became.
2012/12/16
