affection

I whisper you hushed secrets, the thoughts in my head,

the bedroom scenes and other actions - all

is recalled, whether the subject of pride or shame -

for blame or praise, it's revealed in full candour.

You hand me my absolution, the reciprocal part

of my heart's confession - it's like a priest you stand -

or can I compare you instead with a doctor dispensing

his immensely therapeutic sessions on a couch?

I'll vouch you the highest reference as a best friend -

tenderly compassionate, (albeit surrogate,) - a fund

of abundant moral support - the person to whom

I'm groomed to justify my own existence.

Just gradually I see it coming true,

my life is led to give itself to you.