My Rock

Love is strength in times of weakness,
love is hard when lies run meek.
Love is the rock on which I stand.
And my rock has offered me her hand.

While holding in it what I seek...

I shall love none other more,
nor do I wish to.
For there is no one more deserving of the best in me.
And who stands for the best in others.

My undying light, the only smile I care to see.
She is standing right beside me,
and though my inner storm ripples through the waters.
My waves of emotion cause her no sickness.

And my captain, my hero, my rock keeps me afloat,
guiding me to the nearest shore
even when she cannot follow.
For my journey -- though changed -- has yet to find its greatest hour.

But there is no greater moment than now,
and no greater companion than she.
Selflessly showing me when and how,
To stay grounded when I need to be.

And though doubt has learned my name,
it will never know who I am...

I am my rock's first son,
and my rock is always with me.