Ordinary

Ordinarily

I consider myself an ordinary man —

simple heart, ordinary fears,

the kind that keep a layman

close to the ground.

Then my eyes found yours.

In a space filled with many,

nothing else made sense —

ordinary turned superhuman,

and I have not been the same since.

Call me Superman in your presence —

not because I need you to be whole,

but because you draw out the best of me

and I love every moment of that truth.

My eyes meet yours at the place

where the river runs deep —

and still I leap,

trusting I will make it to you.

That is how you feel.

That is what you do.

Splendid comes close

to capturing it —

but I don’t mind spending forever

trying to find the word,

giving myself over

to loving you

in every moment

that is given to me.