Epiphany, I wouldn't call it that
An almost royal word
Too complex, by far
It's not that it's simple
Just it doesn't fit

We, us, our are better
It's not about me
So those words
Are a better fit
Like Her body
Laying, molded
Against mine

Then again, it's how I feel
The kaiy between us
Comfortable enjoyment
Of Her soft skin, like petals
Against mine, souls entwined

It's the feeling of falling
In love, being two and then One
But the very moment you know
Where one moment it's about
You and me, then in reaching
Comforting, holding You
Putting myself aside

Forgetting everything about me
All the pain, the remorse and hurt
That was caused and giving Her
The Being that She needs right then
When her need means more

Stepping out of one's self
To become more, a rebirth
A hero's moment, all or nothing
Not crafted; only an urge
And acting on it; instinct
Realizing that everything you are
Revolves around Her

And She accepts the embrace
She allows the healing to begin
Letting it all go, taking off the mask
For just a moment; letting you
Be the Man you are

No, never an epiphany
That word is too complex
Too simple to describe
A metamorphosis of self
The unconditional love
That'll let a Man cry against
Her shoulder every night
And be what She needs

It's no accident of fate
A surrender of self
Recognizing beauty
For only itself
And falling in Love