My man

His robust wide arms made a hammock for my body to swing in a breezy spring
His voice tone like a psalm relieved  the sorrow and the lament
His eyes are lakes of  honesty
His lips uttered my name with a pleasure
His touch is a balm to the body
Whoever passed by his shadow could feel his peaceful and fresh aura

He is a man in one life time

Before and after him experiences prepare us To meet him and to forget his farewell
His generosity was before the Fall and last till the apocalypse
His smile is a bundle of sunshine
Neither the clouds obscures the vision, nor does the rain cloud the atmosphere
His love is a religion
His care in an inexhaustible source of affection
His art is a universal language and a holy mission
He is a man or just a rambling from my rude  imagination

He is a man in one life time

My man