I knew him long ago, and upon seeing him again after the passage of time,
I saw him as he was,
without filters –
without the preconceived notions that I’d developed during the abusive childhood and teen-aged seasons of my life.
I loved him as half-woman, half-child, barely grown-up,
When men were typically mistrusted.
And now, as an adult,
with a wiser heart and mind,
my devotion has only increased with
of the soul within his body.
His gentleness makes him great,
yet he is a man of steel.
The perfect oyster –
Tough, yet fragile,
in the very heart of him,