his

In his voice I hear me sing

In his caresses I feel me quiver

In his rebuke I see me shiver

In his embrace I see me a believer

Who is this his?

What is your end game?

Do you wan't to tame this dame?

In his impulses I see compulsion

In his destruction I see reformation

In his nightmares I see myself being a hero

In his mistakes I learn to celebrate at all times

In his challenges I see life has stages

Who is this his?

What is your end game?

Owner or borrower?

Lender or spender?

Bender or amender?

Who are you?

In his smile I see hope

In his gaze I see change

In his arms I’ve found my place

I'm not making haste

Or saying I have been chaste

But who is this HIS?

Why now?