The Treasure of My Heart

Like a mythical aparation
appearing from mist and fog
he came into my heart
with grace and wonderful light.
In that glorious moment
my eyes were solaced.
Every tear that ever traced
my face found redemption.
All aching from a broken heart
found its purpose.
Every saddness
Every sigh
Every dashed dream
produced clarity
that I might see his beauty.
Like a mythical aparation
he took shape and form
stepping from an age old dream
into the world where his
touch was no longer like a passing breeze.
He is not the desert's mirage
nor a desperate heart's creation.
He is a man, no longer a boy.
He is a lover of God.
He is simply human.
He is the treasure of my heart.
~Adalia 9/13/07