Richard W. Reith


This selfsame man,
who is flawed
as all men are,
was never flawed in his love for you.

This selfsame man,
who lived in another world,
another reality,
willingly tied his soul to yours.

This selfsame man,
who tenderly touched your soft skin,
was the one whose fire of passion
needed to consume you.

This selfsame man,
Who spread his dreams under your feet,
Trusted you to tread gently.

This selfsame man,
Long after sorrow has consumed him,
Long after love has died,
Long after hope has ended,

Rebuilds his dreams