I Will
I will
Tell you if you have green stuff stuck in your teeth
Never ask you to live in a house
With a white picket fence
Respect your need for solitude
Dance for you…
I will
Be flexible
Speak from brain to mouth
Without filtration
Massage your tired body
Not pretend
Neither shape
Nor expect…
I will
Always love Mamita
Even when she’s old and sick
Care what you think
Feel
Want
Cover you
Trust you…
I will
Help you when I can
Remain your biggest fan
Look you in the eye
Hold what you can give and
Give what you can hold…
I will
Always be on your side
A Collection of Perceptions 
September 8, 2009 at 1:35 pm
lovely
September 8, 2009 at 3:50 pm
Suppose from a ceremonial eye, would nicely do as a mutual vow, like a marriage you know, that sort of acknowledgment shared by two. However why stop counting at merely two? And where does intimacy begin or end, a mate, companion, friend?
Some I know are just this way, everyday, everyone. My good fortune certainly. Nice too, of you to say.
September 9, 2009 at 10:10 am
Thank you both.
September 10, 2009 at 6:08 am
A lovely piece of verse. Says so much, so simply; lovely.
September 10, 2009 at 8:54 pm
Many thanks Paul, I’m glad you like it. I appreciate you stopping by!