I notice the lines
In her face,
The subtle curve
Of her eyebrows -
As if they are leading
Us on a journey…
The roundness of
Her nose,
The shadow that’s
Cast below
Her cheeks -
Telling me there
Is something
More.
She thinks herself
Not beautiful
A strange thought
To me.
With such
A smile
And deep dark
Eyes
With thoughts
That live
Forever…
Perhaps one
Day I shall
See her again
And tell her what
She means.
Day she will
See herself
Just as the
World does.
