He Is Poem by Lechelle Jones (01.24.91,D.C)

His hand was,
Tender but strong, a caramel brown, nails cut short but never long....there was a scar slightly above the front of the wrist, he held my body tight giving me a feeling I never knew exist.

I looked in his eyes, bursting with passion, they where a light brown when directly in the sun,
He's my love
My strength
My life
The one.

His lips came close to mine
Fitting as if a puzzle piece
He pushed them gently down then moved them pationatly around.

His ora,
something I'll never for get
He was sweet, caring, fun
And optimistic.

He trusted me although we both knew pain would come,
He still felt as though I was the one.

We sat both gazing into the sky
Me sheding tears almost made him cry.
I then knew this love was not only a summer romance

But a bond that'll last for years to come.
It was through him that I found love
And through me that he has to
You are my other part and that's why I love you