This Selfsame Man
By Rich Reith
This selfsame man,
who is imperfect
as all men are,
was never flawed in his love for you.
The selfsame man,
who lived in another world,
another reality,
willingly tied his soul to yours.
This selfsame man,
who tenderly touched your soft skin,
was the one whose white-hot passion
hungered to consume you.
This selfsame man,
Who spread his dreams under your feet,
Trusted you to tread gently.
Trusted you to value them.
This selfsame man,
Long after despair for his loss has consumed him,
Long after love has died,
Long after hope has ended,
Rebuilds his dreams.
Copyright © May 2007 by Rich Reith, all rights reserved
By Rich Reith
This selfsame man,
who is imperfect
as all men are,
was never flawed in his love for you.
The selfsame man,
who lived in another world,
another reality,
willingly tied his soul to yours.
This selfsame man,
who tenderly touched your soft skin,
was the one whose white-hot passion
hungered to consume you.
This selfsame man,
Who spread his dreams under your feet,
Trusted you to tread gently.
Trusted you to value them.
This selfsame man,
Long after despair for his loss has consumed him,
Long after love has died,
Long after hope has ended,
Rebuilds his dreams.
Copyright © May 2007 by Rich Reith, all rights reserved
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