Pick o' the Day: For my love, Teresa

I took you for granite
For too many years
I thought the slings and arrows
That keep coming at us
As we try to make our way through this life
Would always bounce off
Never inflicting too much damage
But I was wrong
Instead, I have found
That you are as delicate as a butterfly
With translucent, gossamer wings
Who has been buffeted by the storms
For far too long
And I have found you
Quivering on a leaf, too exhausted to resist
As I pick you up
As gently as I can
And cradle you in my hands
To protect you from the wind and rain
And whisper "I love you"
Over and over
Until you regain your strength
And you are ready to fly once more
But I will never
Take you for granite
Again.