My Viking

I love your name of good stock and Viking heritage

I remember feeling the metal screws in your knee

And how I felt them when you told me of the accident

And how you learned to walk again

I love the way you brushed your lower lip to mine when you'd kiss me

I love your eyes when looking into them as we made love

I love your hair and beard

I love your silent strength

I love the way you showed you cared by chopping me a Christmas tree and gathering flowers

I love the way you told me your body was just for me and how you

Offered yourself to me, body and soul

You were my first

I love how dressed with your cowboy boots and hat

And long leather coat looking rough and sturdy

Yet sweet in our private moments

I love the walks we took holding hands

and I will forever be yours,

I want to kiss you a million more times

Love,

Me