The Hero

The Hero

A Poem by Janna Nicole

A perfect mix of extremes.
Knowledge, curiosity, and criticism controlled by will.
Eyes of a witness.
Eyes of experience.
Eyes of wisdom.
Confidence side by side with strength.
The words of a wise man, with the voice of an angel.
He is a warrior; He is a hero.
He is one to be followed, as well as one to be envied.
How such a man ever came to have so much faith in me, is still a mystery.
For I was but a shadow in a room full of trees.
But he reached for me...
My grip was weak at first.
I let his hand slip.
He reached once more, and I grasped his hand with every bit of strength I had.
I knew this would be my last chance.
He smiled as our fingers laced together.
My hero kissed my hand, and held it firmly, 
as we walked out into the horizon.
A journey, that will last until the end of our time.
Love, that will live longer than time itself.

© 2012 Janna Nicole


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Added on September 12, 2012
Last Updated on September 12, 2012