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The Last New Man

In one light, he’s a man;
a solid citizen and server of his community;
In the next glance he’s a comic; a clown; a joker
and I laugh and hope he can be serious when he must.
Some days, he’s my knight;
armor shining and steed steady and stout,
Though I know it’s not what I want–to be ‘rescued’...
Every day that I see him, I know he’s my lover;
that amazing, perceptive, gentle, man–all MAN,
And each and every day that I know him;
I discover another part I’d not known of him.
Rather than ask why I never found him in the past;
I look at the future as a newly changed landscape.
Rather than look for my flaws that I might point them out to him;
I bask in the appreciation with which he showers me,
For he is one of the last true gentlemen;
And I am the benefactor of such pleasant graces.
I am the benefactor of this love.

February 1, 2006
N. Holmes
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