He is more yours than he could be if we were together then.
Eyes of blue and golden hair, like yours, not mine.

Wondrous how you love him seamlessly, as if your blood were his.
I love you more for loving him.

Not a shadow of denial or a whisper of regret.
Even after more have come, still he's yours, your boy, your son.

You gave him more than just your name.
Your heart is his and his is yours.

How is it you accomplish this? What kind of man are you?
And how amazed am I that you are mine and his?

12/02/2005