He was always intentional with his words
Slow to speak
Even slower to anger
He was wise beyond his years
His words were firm yet gracious
He made safety a priority
Remembering that I was a delicate flower, but he spared no correction in love
I loved the way he commanded my attention
No other was as captivating as he was
He was a man of quiet power
He needed no introduction
A man of great character
Integrity had to be his middle name
He had a charming smile
And I could see his love in his eyes
A heady mixture that had me bewitched
One that brought my heart to its knees
He made sure to reassure me at every turn
I didn’t really need his words, but he gave them to me anyways
He was Sonnet
I was Free Verse
He was the lyrics to my favorite song
And no matter how many times he gave me his words
I didn’t need them
Because he had the actions to match.