A tapestry of tenderness
Her thoughts of love limitless
Her heart “to the brim” full
Of the amorously artful.
Passionate poetic priceless
Painting pictures in her mind
Is a rare gem to find
Often ignored by the lifeless.
What lies behind her eyes?
Brightness!
Not just for her
Because selfish isn’t what she coincides with.
Her hands touches the reachable
Effortless
Or at least that’s the perception
Of how I see her regal view.
Her enchantings are unintentional
But I’m no less impressed by
Her wit, charm & grace is what she spares no expense by.
An abundance of a ton of what dreams drawn and sketched by
The rhythm of my heart is what she dances her steps by.
Unless I
Can get my
Mental common sense eye
Wrapped around the fact, her mind’s the only one that gets mine.
The future that she sees, I’m envious
Because she could have the hand of any gentleman
But somehow she just takes mine…
I’m honored…
Behind My Eyes 