He is the calmest of storms.
So silent you forget he's there, but his presence
speaks volume.
As he walks the earth quakes , rocking through
my bones and settling in my skin.
His voice is like static through the air with words
made of velvet.
Eyes sharp as his wit, but soft as cotton.
Arms strong enough to carry the world, and back brod
enough to stand alone.
To take the hits for you he will, he is unpredictable,
but for you nothing is impossible.
His heart known cold to others but to you the purest
thing known to man.
Maybe he is your best friend , the love of your life,
or simply just yours; You will always be protected ,
respected, never neglected.

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