He loved adventure and jingle-jangle mornings
He loved dogs and the word equestrian
He was the maker of good times and a whiskey cocktail
So toe-curlingly beautiful that it made you shudder
He was the harbinger of all things happy and light
He was my romance.
He is my life.
He looks at me with wonder in his eyes
Inching his way to me in this green-blue beach
In the backdrop of this citrusy sunset
He cradles my face as I hug the taut muscles on his back
You’re mine, ma Cherie
His voice rumbles against my skin
As he whispers in my ear
You are my forever.