Someone shows you the mirror without knowing he’s doing it

God knows now and then you need to look into it

Who holds you as if our very existence depended on it

Who is willing to lose the world as if all that mattered was you

Who arrives from another town in the wee hours of the morning, lighting you up

Whose voice and touch form the rhythms of your life as you listen with your eyes closed

Who sings with you believing he can’t sing not knowing he’s doing a sterling job

Who anticipates the little things you worry about like the eggs running out

Who reminds you to take your meds in time

Who steps on an unknown path with you without a doubt that everything will be fine

Who gives his breath to your voice so you can be heard far and wide

Who sees all your brave attempts at hiding the things that hurt

Who says thank you to the green mint before picking a few leaves from it

Who chooses to walk beside you as if regardless of terrain life was a long walk

Who holds your hands in his knowing the precious gems of another love inside your fist

Who knows these gems bring sparkling tears and you will never let them go

Who loves you back as if you were the only woman in the world

As if love was the only substance the world was made of

Some say God gives with one hand and takes away with another.

I see Her giving with both hands open, leaning into me