A Gift to Me

I know that he hates buying flowers, but he buys them for me anyway, in boxes.

I know he hates walking through store after store looking for something that I cannot name, but he walks with me anyway, arm in arm – hand in hand – and he is smiling.

I know that he hates public displays of affection, but he is quick with an embrace, to calm my shattered nerves.

I know that he hates sitting still, but he sits for hours at a time, gazing into my eyes.

I know that he hates his hearing aids, but he wears them for me, saying that he does not want to miss even one of my words.

I know that he hates to tell others about his private life, especially about romance, but he has spoken of his love for me.

I know that he is massive and intimidating to most, but he soothes my every worry, with gentleness.

He says he is a Lummox, but he steps intelligently with certainty and intention, critters great and small follow his path.

I know that he hates showing his compassion, but he is a soothing and caring presence, just ask the battered ones that fall into his arms with torn hearts and bodies.


I love him dearly with all of my being.