Her beauty is unknown
But not to me,
Fore I can see it.
Long, flowing, black hair,
Emotional, murky eyes,
Glistering tears drop
Onto her soft complexion.
She is sad with sorrow,
Happy with joy for
The time she has
Spent with her lover.
The curves of her figure
And the boldness of
Her breasts.
Her beauty I see
Under all the layers,
Textures and thickness of life.
It is shown through respect
And courtesy that
I give her.
Through acceptance and
Acknowledgment
Of her being present.
Unknown to you, but
Expressed through me,
Her beauty is reserved for
All to seek.
Bronwyn Bell
Copyright © 2004 Bronwyn Theresa Bell
Author notes
Written April 19th, 2004
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