She found me


She found me lost and alone
wavering like a metronome
born into a hateful world
she swallowed me in her arms
and I was never the same


One woman can change a man 
one love, one touch, and one forever
if you don't believe me
just look at me now


She loves me at my worst
lifts me up when I feel done
grants me access to a new world
where I don't have to be perfect


She's knows I'm just a man
but treats me like I'm better,
made of something swift and strong
and forever young


She also sees the scars
etched deeply in my flesh
I stand naked before her
but she never judges


What I am is changed
her love changed me
rearranged me
put me back together better
even made me look at myself
and not hate what I saw


Now I see why God gave woman to man
what a blessing, what peace
what a stunning realization
so different from what I've always known


And so I love her, too, 
the same as she loves me
with everything I have
until my last breath
what a beautiful woman
to make such an ugly man
feel new, strong,
and worthwhile again


Thank you, sweet girl
thank you once and forever
you showed me what I was missing
when you found me

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Thank you for reading, and God bless.

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