I have been laid bare and penetrated
By the thoughtful gaze and words of he
Who knew me once,
Who knows me now,
Yet who somehow just met me,
But who sees the naked truth of me
And brings to light
The beauty of vulnerability
The endearing nature of being genuine
And the long missed truths that
He has somehow always known
. . .
For *Someone Special* who always has the right words at the right time that reach right to the heart of me right when I need them most.