he carries a sword and buckler <br />though no one sees <br />quiet, calm exterior <br />with a raging river beneath <br />just listen quiet and feel <br />do nothing but feel when <br />he's by your side <br />intensity in his spirit <br />a power undefined <br />how others miss it I don't know <br />maybe hurried to reveal themselves <br />when he is the real treasure <br />the story he's reluctant to tell <br />everyday that I draw breathe, I pray, <br />the signs never stop that he is near <br />he speaks to me in ways <br />others are unable to hear <br />is it me? , no it is all him <br />that reaches anywhere I am <br />he is the cool rain that soothes <br />my hot summer skin <br />the fire that warms my heart <br />when I've turned cold <br />and the tear wiped by a hand <br />forbidden from his to hold<br /><br />Lauren B Called<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-49/
