This Man

The lines on his face are as branches on trees.
I remember my son being bounced on his knees.

          Him

He is heavier now      middle aged      

He tells me I am beautiful.
My mirror says he lies.
But then I see he tells the truth
in the mirror of his eyes.

He cheers

MY HUSBAND

My husband is my lifeline,
My very dearest friend.
The man i vowed to give my soul,
Until the very end.

My husband

The depths of my heart that only he can reach
Others have attempted, but drowned in the end

My soul is captured within the