Beautiful In Love
He makes me feel like a woman
When he smiles
I am enveloped in warm honey and moon glow
I am bathed in sunshine and sweetness
And I am so glad to be alive.
He sees me like I'm beautiful
And always has
Even though I know I am not fair
Or fine or lovely as the girls he painted
On the canvases of his youth.
He shines me like a diamond
With his artist's hands
Outlining my features with his fingertips,
My mouth, with the curve of his thumb
I am subtly, and permanently, imprinted.
He holds me like a treasure
As though I were fragile
And I let him think I am
For my strength would only make him feel
His weakness.
Oh, but when he touches me
In the darkness!
In the cocoon of love he spins there
Dancing to the music of my joy
Flying as one, on a single pair of wings.
Without light, I forget his eyes are blind
And cannot look upon my face
Cannot see the sunrise, or the setting,
The full moon hanging in the sky, or storm clouds
Unless he sees them through my seeing tongue.
He gives me more than I can give to him
Because my eyes are full of life
And his are full of memory and of wonder
Gifts he finds, on the midnight paths he walks
With sharpened senses I will never know.
He's painted all my sorrows now with beauty
In tender shades of love and light,
Traced my heartbreak with knowing hands
Until it disappeared
And cast it far into a hidden sea.
The world he paints for me
Is more magical than the one he remembers
When his eyes were whole and unwounded
And his brush yielded poetry to hang on the walls
In a world that could not be framed.
I did not know how blind I was
Until he found me and showed me the light
That love only illumines in a life that's gone dark
I did not know that my unlovely face
Could look back from a portrait, and be beautiful in love.
He makes me feel like a woman
When he smiles
And when I tease him with silence, he reaches out,
Touches my lips, my heart, my soul
And sees the sun shining on my face.
©by Voo
July 29, 09
7:43 p.m.
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