By Stands with a Smile
Date: 21 January 2001
There is a line.
There is a line
to her face
that no artist ever drew
no brush could fashion
no word express.
I, in all the ways
I have been told
and taught
could not string
such words to mold
the supple curve of her cheek.
No deep and sweet color
of chocolate, or mahogany
no shade of satin sweet syrup
could capture the color
of those liquid brown eyes.
A camera?
I laugh
thinking
what crude and pointless instrument
that mimics the form
but cannot show the spirit.
No.
It will not do
now or ever.
Nothing catches the light
in her eyes
the life in her face
that unexplainable wonder
and joy she fills a room with
the moment I walk in.
Speachless.
In those moments I am.
To know some one
loves me
as I always wanted to be loved.
And nothing
can show it to you
as I see it
on her face.
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