The Foundation

 

 

As though it were a dream I see you through a fog’

That man that you were;

through the eyes of the woman

That I was.

Early days of trial and error, miscommunication

And hurt feelings; finding ourselves

While were finding each other.

My hard headed equivalent; whose passion

Was just as loud as my own

When he felt he was right; and his ego

Just as easily bruised as the tender one in me

When he was wrong.

The Man that let me find my voice’

Even when it meant hurting him to do it;

The Man that was willing to risk the wrath of my anger

If it meant revealing needed truths that would make me stronger

And wiser; courageous even.

Through experiences and talks, time spent

And conversations had; we have been lovers,

We have been friends, and we have been at war;

One at a time and all of them together.

No one has been more patient with me;

Or tested mine so greatly;

No one ever devoted so much time and energy into knowing Me;

Not up until him, and not since I met him.

Through the peaks and the valleys I have been able to call you

My friend; even when we were silent friends.

You are a vessel through which God speaks when I need it the most

And you envelope me in armor

When my spirit is frail.

You stand where most fall; you hold on

Where most let go.

We have walked miles of road to collect

The experiences that have built the foundation

Of this enduring friendship and

Brought us safely to where we now stand.

Tried and true you have remained;

Strong and steady; a solid pillar in

MY foundation.