My Marc

Beautiful dark-eyed man on earth,
Your laughter mingles with the song of the birds.
I looked up with my eyes that spark,
And saw a shadow, I knew was Marc.

This beautiful man who asks for nothing at all,
Only the love from within, my heart, I saw.
My heart for him will always embark,
Because it longs and loves this man named Marc.

He's delight from a mountain top, and the blooming of a rose,
And each day he nurtures it, the love in our heart grows.
For all the flowers, the weeds, the seeds that grow in the park,
Its a humble sign from up above, that theres magic in this Marc.

He searches for his future, gaining love, and compassion,
Feelings sure to surface without conscious ascension.
An inner strength emerges straight from the heart,
A love so acknowledged, from this man named Marc.

He's the depth of the sea, to be loved and be cherrished,
From the bows of my heart, to be born and never perish.
It was the blooming of that rose, that gave a remark,
To combine my heart and soul, with this man named Marc.

What life is all about, and why he's here today,
To share the love he has, in a very special way,
Tis this day I hail, to the angels beyond the dark,
For giving me this precious gift, whom I call, "My Marc".
                                  ~R.Bruno
I love you my darlin Marc...xoxoxox