He repeats himself a lot.
I love that about him.
I also love the times when we seperate in public (like to use the bathrooms)
And I see him in the crowds with an almost panicked look, eyes darting around,
And then when his find mine,
His face relaxes, and he just smiles
One of those rare amazing smiles
That actually reach the eyes and burst out.
I love that.

And in this moment I can be free
Without past or present
Or future worry
When my face rests
In whatever unattractive position it desires
Freedom. Right there.

It's watching the sun from a west-facing porch;
It's taking a nap with the cat;
It's leaving behind all the ones that you love;
And feeling so guilty for that.....
It's the warmth of a body right next to yours;
It's watching that chest rise and fall;
Its taking a chance on that thing we call "love;"
'Cuz that's what it's all about .......   After all!

How many times
I had believed
Evil rapped my door
But many years
Passed on by; now
I'm not as sure.
There is a haze
That never clears
Looking through a hole
And so, to see,
We implement
Clarity of soul
And reaching back
To harder times
T'was not evil no
A lesser thing
A lesser threat
Came, but it did go.
And now the knocks
Come just as much
But I can just ignore
No heightened sense
No skipping beat
To raps upon my door.
I let them come
And let them go
Never see their face
There's no desire
To know just what
Calls upon my place
For I am old
And deaf and blind
And I care no more
Whether evil
Whether angels
Rap upon my door.