I guess this is a love poem, though I don't write love poems. It's written for a poetry prompt of "rock" and Mike is my rock, so I wrote about him. The image is some mindful drawing I drew earlier today.
He is my rock
My security
The solidity to which I'm tethered
Safely held when storms emerge
He may be weathered
Beaten by the storms
Yet his core never fails
He remains anchored to earth
He is strong
Invisibly, quietly
Yet clear as diamonds
To those who know him well
Barely showing a scratch
He disperses pressure
Through his very being
He is my rock
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