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By cjking Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Mar 06 Comment on this Work [[2007.03.06.14.34.9431]] |
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When he enters a room He commands it, without effort His presence is immeasurable And he doesn't even know the extent of it. I found him in the least likely place And took him home, without intention We found a place to just be And I did not ask him the questions he wasn't ready to answer. He is hard as nails But I see right through it And maybe the soft center I have touched Will be a place in which I can find a home, someday. He is a soldier, and plans to go back To the place that made a man out of him A stronger. more centered man Than any I have ever met. Ever. He is dogmatic, in his views Something I admire, in my contradictory, vacillating truisms. He claims nothing that is not his And wants nothing to be but free. And he will fight for it For you and me. He works harder than two men, combined His laugh is infectious And he does it a lot Despite the things he's seen and done. He lives zestfully And embraces anything that comes his way With a solicitude Of a man twice his age. He makes everything better He makes everything easier He takes care of my damaged parts Without flinching, without judging. He is a soldier And one day I will look at him, trying not to cry And tell him to come home to me Whatever it takes Just come home to me. |