My Caretaker

I want to say he's mine.  
   
My man. My lover. My equal  
My confidante. My friend  
   
The caretaker of my spirit  
Doing repairs on my soul  
Asking nothing in return.  
   
I Want to look after him too  
Like he looks after me.  
I want to be there for him  
I want us to laugh together  
after rain clouds have passed  
When the dust storm settles.  
   
I want to hold on in the dead of  
night as he sleeps and tell him  
many, many stories about the  
true love I have found.  
   
Discovered me he has.  
Discovering myself along the way.  
   
Now I see myself as something  
more, So much more than a  
convenient moment in time.  
   
He sees what others overlooked or  
are just to blind see.  
I'm not invisible or invincible;  
I'm here as I am, Fragile, This is me.  
   
He's not for quick fumbles for his  
own personal pleasure cruise.  
He don't show me off around fickle  
friends then placed on the shelf to  
collect dust.  
   
He puts me first  
He strokes my hair  
He touches my cheek  
Taking the tears away  
In his eyes whatever happens;  
I'll always be special;  
Makes me feel number one.  
   
To me he's everything I could ever  
want.  
Neither perfect,  but somehow connecting  
together like jigsaw pieces.  
Nothing else will ever matter when true  
love comes calling.  
   
For this, I give thanks to God  
And that's why I love him so.  
   
Look out for him and keep him from harm    
I'll wait forever and more  
Till I can call him mine.  
   
   
Thank you Lord for listening.  
   
   
Amen.