Unconditional

A poem for my husband.

Unconditional

~*~

His soulful brown eyes I cannot resist
Baby soft skin that just begs to be kissed

An innocence of self, depicted in his way
His heart held inside, never on display

A deep tell-tale scar hidden atop his lip
A reminder common sense sometimes can slip

Calloused hands show years of hard work
Always waiting for a break, a bonus, a perk

On the outside, appears young for his age
On the inside, a child being held in a cage

Slight wrinkles begin to show on well-tanned skin
The scars of a fight that old man time will win

This man, my husband, on which I can depend
his love for me unconditional, forever, without end

~*~