my beauty
Looking at my love,I cant move
my body too stubborn to carry me off
to any place where I cant see her
and as for my mind,while shes in my sight-
well it may as well be mush
as far as the rest of the world goes
I can see nothing beyond her charms.
One smile from her
and all of my composure evaporates
my only dream,only wish becomes
touching her.
To run my palm alongside her cheek-
this dream disrupted
only by the reminder of my captivity,
my distance from her
like unwieldy chains
keeping my body from hers
but not my heart
no,never my heart.
The day that I get to touch my loves face
and hold my tender fingers to the heat of her skin
she will truely feel in her bones,
the heavenly esteem shes held in.
She has but to lock her eyes to mine
to find my truest desires
to witness my ever flowing love
stareing right back at her.
Knowing her true value
a value my soul holds dear
the vision of which,
stamped into the retina of my eyes
the sight of her...
MY beauty.
copyright jas 2009