Why do I love, and why is beauty so powerful? I think I understand that each and every instance of beauty is a promise..an example, of a life that can end in balance, with symmetry, purpose, and hope - even without explanation. Beauty has no explanation, but it's product is love.
The beauty that I see is absolute, and needn't explained or interpreted, just seized; The light on her hair, her entire body, part by part, in the light, in the dark; her smile, the way she moves, the coincidence of colors in her dress and her eyes; Her fingers as they rest in my hand, the pace of her breathing, the sweetness of her scent, the taste of her mouth.
Such things - and I have only brushed the surface - put to shame any poor words I can use to describe them.
3 comments:
Lovely my dear. What everyone wishes could be written of them.
And again, just enough, and oh so beautiful. I wish I had a bf who would write stuff like that about me. Sigh.
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