Just a friend...

When he smiles,
His eyes glitter like water in the sunlight.
When he laughs,
It's the music that I think of to sleep at night.

He fills my cup to the brim.

When he's frustrated,
He runs his hand through his hair.
When he's hurt,
He hides it from others with care.

I guess I picked up both from him.

When he speaks,
His voice is always kind.
When he's quiet,
His words seem to bind.

He's just so soft-spoken.

When he's with me,
Every moment is one to prize.
When he's gone,
I miss his hello-goodbyes.

When he's not around I feel almost broken.

I depend on him,
Like a child on its parent.
Unlike anyone else,
He makes me feel so transparent.
At least he knows I exist…

But it crushes me every day to know that I'm just a friend to him…

He is....

He Is


He is an artist.

He paints the stars,
And sketches my heart.
He can erase the pain from his work.
He puts pastels in the black.

He is a poet.

He speaks the language of love,
He writes what he means,
And he means what he writes.
He pours himself into my fingers,
And I can be his pen.

He is a reader.

He can read my face,
But he doesn't have to,
He could just read my thoughts.
Better yet, read my heart
Like an open book.

He is a magician.

He can reverse science,
Reverse the science that turned my heart to ashes,
And make me whole again.
He can make black into white
And darkness to light.

He is an author.

He wrote my story,
Still Work in Progress.
When it's done,
He'll put it on the shelf
And always remember it.

He is love.

He is grace.

He is peace.

He is everything.

He is GOD.