He is my calm in the storm.
His arms buffer me
against the driving winds.
He has seen me at my best
and has picked me up
after my worst, lent me
his quiet strength.
I had not planned to fall in love again,
so at first he was my friend.
He never tried to change me, he loves me, flaws and all.
I know, I know he loves me
in spite of it all.
He is my hero, he's my best friend.
this poem is for my husband, whom I could not live with out.
