His Strength

There was a time whence I once thought that your strength that overpowered me was something only to feel.

To me it was simply a tangible thing

as you lifted a weight or stealthily moved.

My vision of strength was to look unto you-a tall, dark, strong image of no one but you.

That image would halt, stopping anything  from unraveling  me.

For your intense fearlessness could  replant great mountains and monumental hurdles ascend.

Those things which supplanted me, stood in my way when I was adrift,

Or during those times when I was too

Crippled by frights and creepy,  great myths

That crept into my life before you came along

They tore at my image and burned through  my soul.

Until you eliminated every threat before  me.

The gripping, great fear banished my strength;

Then you arrived and conquered  the pain.

The power from you did into me drain

And strength was renewed

Pain at once buried; for,

You shielded my soul and did intimidate the fear within me.

Your strength did capture the dread and  crush it to pieces.

So now when dejection and fears bubble forth,

An image  of your strength  takes deep hold of me.

That physique embodied real strength

From inside and out

The grip you once grasped with, the power of your hand

Is lessening a bit as time passes by

But those images past

Can't  soon be forgotten.

And I honest must be so listen to me-

At once I did say to see is to b'hold.

Yet whence once muscle and physique  change, erode or merely fade-

the strength which you have shown

Will toujours be admired as your strength from within.