as with most of my poetry,
like the Renegade posted earlier,
this man does not exist...and, never did. I rarelywrite about myself...I write for the joy of creativity and the reader and hopefully they can relate. Most of my poetry was written long ago.....
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My Inspiration

You care so much,
you know me
through and through.
In spite of the unspoken
chapters of our lives
I feel the depth of your integrity,
and, I must be so careful that
we do not develop
too great a need for each other,
maintaining a precious
balancing act
on the tightwire of life's
many kinds of love.
For, I have discovered
you are the kind
of man
I admire the most.