My Hero
Not a man with medals or wearing tights and a cape
Not putting out fires or nabbing thieves on the take
My hero is charming and caring
Enjoys the world and thinks nothing of sharing
A man of convictions, intelligence and grace
Who doesn’t really care that he has a messy place
Laughs at my jokes and wipes away my tears
Embraces me tight when I tell of my fears
Not looking for love but my hearts he doth win
Traveling hand in hand throughout the days
Similar in interests and still different in ways
Shares my hopes, my dreams but hogs the covers
I give of myself and thank the stars above
For once a stranger is now my hero to love
Sher B 11-07-2006 (c)
That is lovely!! You write beautiful poetry!
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