the idea of him

to her
loving him
not only meant
loving him

but also
loving the idea
of him

she knew
it was one thing
to love his eyes
his arms

and his hair

it was another
to love
the hesitation
in his voice
right before
he made a suggestion

or the
powerful way
he opened the door
to let her in

or the
tender gaze
he gave her
through the mirror
when they got ready
for a morning adventure

she knew
the feeling
the thinking
the knowing
the singing
the haunting
the breathing

the very soul
of being him

was beautiful

and she loved it all
without even trying

marveling
at the depth
of emotion
she had

for the very whisper
of who he was

and ever
could be

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poem inspired by:   http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-18