His eyes always look lovingly at me.
That passion will never fade.
His hand will always reach for mine.
I will never grasp for thin air.
His feet will always walk beside me.
I will never go alone.
His chest heaves when mine does.
He feels all my pain along with me.
His cheeks quickly grin at my successes.
They are also familiar with tears.
His actions are only in my best interest.
He knows when to step in and when to let me battle it on my own.
His words are honest and His Word is truth.
His shoulders are so much bigger than mine.
His arms wrap all the way around my loneliness.
He gives me comfort.
His heart will never break mine.
© 2000 Jeannie Mood Campbell
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