A picture of beauty set on a marble background is what sits in my mind.
Hair cascading like the smallest of waterfalls, rolling and tumbling over her face.
The brown of the trees entwined with the brilliance of the sun,
Light as a feather on the afternoon breeze.
She sits.
Eyes that stare into the depths of your life.
Seeing you, your past, your future, your present.
Eyes that burn with the love that only comes with true devotion.
Shining with tears of joy, simply to see you.
She smiles.
Light plays with her face, so soft, so pure.
Such beauty made only by gods.
Zeus himself wishes it, yet will never attain it.
For She is mine.
CLICK!!
A moment, captured.
A moment, treasured.
A moment, remembered.
The halo of life around her is perfect in everyway,
Just as she is perfect.
Just as she is pure.
She is my angel.
She is my light.
She is my Halo.
She laughs.
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This made me laugh hun, for I am glad you are happy and I know who you speak of well enough to believe it suits. Camera shy indeed...
On the other hand, to be honest... I didn't like the style of this one as much as some of your previous. To me it seems like you switched half way through the poem, at first being highly visual and metaphoric, the later becoming action and emotion focused.
Anywho, lovely to see you writing again. Drop me a line sometime. Later. *hugs*
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I remember when you used to write about me this way...
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