He is the exclamation point in your paragraph
That holds the sentence together.
The needed breeze on the tip of your neck
On those humid days.
The sun in your soul
With rays caressing your dimples.
The presence of purity.

He is the release of stress
When mistakes are barred from armor.
The quivers stroking your body
Whenever he takes a step forward.
A grasp so bearable
He can release all your sins.

He is the mysterious fate
That you saw through deja vu.
He speaks of beauty
When you are at your barest.
The solution to mend a broken heart
When your thoughts become heavy.

He is there to unbend the chains
That have you locked in doubt.
The light shining in the abyss
When you are falling through the cracks.
The hand print that is stapled
To the cardboard box of memories.
The spark to your match.