Hmmmmmmmm

He's the strong, silent type.
He's wondering what he's gotten himself into,
But he doesn't seem to mind.
He sits quietly,
Paciently,
Like sunlight on a window pane,
Grinning as I ramble on.
He never inturrupts,
Never complains,
Never questions.
He justs sits.
And listens.
He looks away where I seek out.
He stays quiet where I speak up.
He stays still while I run around.
And yet,
He has courage where I have nothing but fear.
He seems to enjoy being the stable center around which i spin.
All smiles, most of the time.
All positive outlook and compassion.
Clever and silly.
His silence is calming.
His stillness is serenity
In a chaotic and whirling place.
Always easy to find,
And the first one I look for.
Now, if I can just keep him happy,
This may have a happy ending...