Because He Gets Me

I still love him in
spite of ,not
because of-- He is
the rare one, who
even though his
arrogance at times
over shadows his
maturity; He is
still the one who
gives believable
credibility to my
written soul - I
know he gets my
every word
intellectually and
spiritually.
His own wisdom which
mirrors my soul's
expressions,speaks.
I was so drawn to
his intellect and so
impressed by his
depth...that his
moments of
shallowness almost
tilted me over.
I still love him in
spite of his temper
tantrums, and his
reverting back to
his childish,selfish
jealousy; I love him
even when he tries
so hard to invent
ways not to love me.
All because he is
wanting to hold on
to me for hours..
when I only have
seconds to give. So
you see, I cannot
hate him for loving
me.

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