How Can I...

How Can I…

How can I stand to look at a man
whose beauty is so rare?

To look in his eyes to find the surprise
of love waiting for me there.

I have nothing to offer but empty coffers
And a world plowed with despair.

I blush that I might, think he is right,
I am worth all that is fair.

Am I so jaded from a world so faded,
I am blinded by the news?

He thinks of me, something I cannot see,
his heart, his heaven, his muse.



(Written for My Tommy in 2008. Through our 41 years together I've written so many love letters and poems to him. He was my muse and the most loving, gentle, humble and hardworking man I've ever known. A true family man. I was the fortunate one. On Jan 28, 1984, he took me in his arms and gave me love and life. On Jan 1st, 2025, I held in him in my arms as he took his last breath and took all my love with him. He will forever be the only love I've ever known in this world.)