Her
It is easy to write about the intangible
Such things as the concept of beauty and love
or emotions which make one happy or sad
But You.
A person, a real person
It is so complex
Just take you for example
with all of your personality juncstapositions
bitter-sweet kindnesses
there is not much a poet can do to even begin to describe you
no matter how many words he knows
perhaps it isn't even worth trying
instead simply take you for you
and see the hand of God in you
For beauty is a gift from God
and lets one see his kindness
sometimes beauty comes suddenly apon
the unexpecting
drowsy with emotion
in a wave of loving tenderness
and at other times
gradualy apon a doting friend
Sometimes beauty is in long supple shining hair
basking in the warm, soft rays of light
as the sun runs its fingers through her silky hair
warming it softly, taught over the curve of her head
Or in the Flashing Flecks of colour lost in her eyes
which softy and humbly look up with happy cheer
and stroke you behind the neck.
Even the sound of her name kissing your lips
whisperd under the breath before turning to sleep
in an effort to feel closer somehow to her. And see her there.
In nowhere.
Other times, it is just the thought of her.
an expression. A sound. A song or phrase.
or even her gift in full. A smile and flash
of all the above.
and just for me.
Just to make sure.
keeh (and a sound in the throat which cannot be notated)
Your beautiful laugh.