He is no other than…
Love itself.
He is here for me when I need him the most.
He protects my mind, body and soul.
I can keep going because he is more.
Much more than a husband,
A guardian or even a lover.
His words keep me sane.
With his love there is nothing more to gain.
He is no other than…
Life itself.
He keeps me breathing in this world.
A world of hate and unhappiness.
He demands peace, hope, and nothing less.
When the skies are dark
And it's about to rain.
He shelters me with his umbrella...
Like it is a shield of some form of pain.
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