#poemsforhim

my husband is the softest place in this world—he is my strength when i am exhausted; even when my heart is broken, it is safe in his hands—i am always safe in his hands. there is never a moment that dulls the impact of his presence. my heart has been broken since childhood but he has never made me feel too complicated or wounded—too much or not enough to love. he was the first to bring flowers for me instead of bruises. he was the first to kiss my wounds instead of reopening them. he was the first to hear my story, to truly listen and cry with me. he was the first to come along unafraid of closeness—and never shied away from my many depths. love cannot always save people but it can be a savior; my husband helped me understand this. he opened up life inside of me that had withered. he singlehandedly transformed my perception of love. i may be broken in many ways but when i look at myself through his eyes, i realize that i look a lot like hope; a lot like new beginnings. i quietly knew this all along but he pulled the veil from my eyes, allowing me to see it: my true beauty. there is never a moment that i am not wholeheartedly thanking god for his presence. he is the softest, kindest place that my heart has ever known and it matters a great deal; he is the reason why light continues to touch me, sometimes pouring onto everything.