HE HAS ME

Powerless when he sweetly holds my hand. Motionless when he gently kisses me, still holding me, always loving me. Became my love, the one i care about so dearly. Music never interups us, calms me, speaks loudly to me. His eyes so warm, hair so fixed, style so adurable. Met him as I continued to cry, needed somebody to understand how to cry with me. From the first day, he has showed me how to be, how too see, what to expect. He has been my helping hand, the one who helped me hold my head up high. Always there for me. I love him dearly.