You

Strong.
Weak.
Gloriously imperfect.
Beautiful.
More beautiful perhaps
than either of us can grasp.

Innocent
despite evidence to the contrary.
Protective
to the point of madness.

Age has no bearing,
on who, or what I see,
or the electricity of a single touch.

Far away, You live
with me every day,
each moment a fresh bloom,
a surprise,
a dawn.