He has to know how deep the pool

Of luck in which he swims,

Because her heart is his alone,

And has been from the start.

Though not her first, he's now her best,

Her shelter from all storms.

He thinks in not a sacrifice

To fill her every need.

No longer fresh sprung from the egg,

She's grown a brood herself.

From other lives before they met,

Came scars and weeping wounds.

She vowed last time would be the last

She'd trust in any man.

Still and yet, she felt the melt,

In sunlight of his truth.

He too, had suffered slings of old

That marked his very soul,

But never lost that spark of hope

He's half a whole again.

His need is not himself complete.

For that event to fruit,

But maybe healing and support

From that space fit to him.

I said, he's lucky, that's still true,

But that's not all to say.

He laid his footing deep and strong,

Then built his shelter well.

He offered her the grandest dream

That's hers to live at last.