Facets of a Cowboy’s Love

You placed a single rose in my hand,

cowboy hat low, boots steady,

and from that moment,

I have been beside you.

You, my Texas man,

with shadows that stretch long and wild,

with brilliance that burns,

with edges sharp as glass,

and yet every facet of you

is the man I choose.

I love the way you hold me

like no one else ever has,

the way four minutes of cuddles

became forever in my heart.

I never let anyone in that close,

but with you,

I melted into the safety of your arms,

into the question you always asked;

“Are you happy?”

Yes, my love. With you, I am.

I love your quirks;

cold soup in the night,

peanut butter cravings with a whiskey kiss,

guitar strings drifting through movies,

the pacing stride of your mind at work,

the quiet rhythm of your Sundays.

your focus, your tempest, your quiet storms.

I love how you think,

how you mentor,

how you lead,

my King, while I am your Queen.

I love your restless nights,

your hurricane that chases risk,

your untamed spirit that no one can corral.

I love the storm and the silence,

the strength and the fragility,

the light and the shadow.

You are not beyond love,

you are not beyond reach.

Even in your Wild West ways,

you are mine, and I am yours,

my Texas man.

I am beside you still

in the light,

in the shadow,

in every facet of who you are.

Sincerely, Krystle Kelley