AM I?
Am I the whispers of her wind?
Am I her escape from reality?
Am I the man she really loves?
Or am I just another casualty?
Am I awake for her grace? For her eyes strike like no other-
Shedding fear against the moonlight reveling the path of these lovers-
Heading down a long set journey to discover one another-
For patience is the virtue to hold us together-learning and loving no matter the pressure-and finding each other through the worst of the weather-and being together we hold like a treasure-
For love is a blessing and we bless it by choice-Blessed by the best things in the crack of your voice-
BY
RICHARD ITSKOVICH