And by the way…
She makes me laugh.
She makes me think.
She makes me more compassionate.
She makes me more joyful.
My emotions are, at last, safe.
Because of her.
Sometimes I just look at her. A simple joy.
There is energy to her touch.
I never have to watch my back.
She makes me talk
because I want to, a strange thing for me,
who is comfortable in the silence.
On, and by the way,
she is beautiful.About this poem
It’s been three and a half years since I remarried. She is still a miracle to me.