I've never touched your soft face
nor kissed your tender lips.
I've never gazed with lucid calm into your eyes.
Brown, you said.
I hear your voice only over the telephone.
I read the written word you send each day.
Your words now inspire my life.
Your heart is wider than the sky.
Your subtle thought and love create
sublime language that so eloquently cuts to the marrow.
With a fiercely gentle twist of metaphor
you leave me suddenly breathless, suspended, and wordless.
Some warn against what we're doing.
Do we listen to them or the voices within?
There's nothing much between us,
only distance and a little time.
Matters of the heart transcend such things.
Even the darknesses of our pasts are illuminated,
communicated and laid to rest.
Poetry is the vehicle that transports truth.
We both write it, yes, yet I humble myself
before you, and rightly so.
You're my Woman of Poetry: I love you.
Adding your comment:
, ~Tia
I think it's great when someone opens wide and lets out all their true thoughts and feelings about someone out. It all sounds so honest and true. A kind of reaching out with your hand. The softness of your words reminded me of a warm blanket in winter. I'm sure the person you wrote this for must have felt the same. I think that you have done a good job of expressing yourself here. So thanks for featuring this so that we all had a chance to share your words and feelings with you! 
I would imagine "Night Hope" would be tickled pink, or should I say illuminated as she has such a way with words and a heart to match 
