A silhouette sits in my mind
No purer beauty that I could find
Than that which rests right by my side
And teases me.
Her smile of pearls from the deepest ocean
Her voice a quartet of sweet emotion
I listen ever closely in hopes to hear
This music whistling my name.
Her hair such tresses of darkened rays
Her eyes I lose myself in for days
All so that as I sit and stare
I see in her my own reflection.
And all the while I get this thrill
I take a breath, let my heart be still
So that I may learn about the world
Through the one who carries it with her.
Published on July 6, 2016
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