To
know you by my feelings is the truest exercise of this soul
In
honesty I seek to prise yours, laid bare as it is, from my mind and into
words
Flightless
words which long to soar with your gaze
and
the truth of your beauty, which is hardly describable
Which
I must describe.
Your
beauty is surprising, your furrowed brow emanates radiance
In
the slender sway of your neck and shine of your hair, i see,
The
soul of the babbling brook.
Laid
on my back on meadowed grass
green
smells
and
sweet flowers
in
the sun
to
the sound of homely water
This
is where you transport me
This
is how I feel when i gaze into your steady precise beauty
Charting
those subtle flashes of perfection,
When
your soul knows joy
And
through it mine also
