Love Poem

A reed in the wind
Pushed near to the ground
Who could imagine the tensile strength
Of your will.

Constantly tested
Yet you feel no pressure;
Elusive spirit
More grounded than most.

Fascinating submersion
Of ego…
Able to totally immerse
In the field.

And yet.
You are a man.
Of fragile nature, almost delicate
In your sensibility.

I am wary of that … sensitivity.
In you, who sees through sheer pretense.
You forgive much …
But believe this: I never assume your generosity.

The reed can become stiff, and unyielding.
I want never to experience that cold, cold wind
That would be life
Without you.