How will I love him?
Will it be up close or far away?
Will it be looking forward to tomorrow while embracing today?
Will it be as we share or sit in the silent parts of night?
Will it be in tolerance or only when I deem his selection right?
Will it find time to learn the ups and downs of him?
Will it survive the uncomfortable or endure the panic prose that put me in fear of others seeing us as them?
Will it be in the walk we talk down the road as the hills come close or will it be in the valley at deaths door where a table awaits prepared to serve as the enemy sits and lurks?
Will it been when my cup is running over or when it falls and cracks along the way? How will I love him?
Until his dying day!