Wednesday, October 24, 2012

My picture is clear”

To know real beauty is too see in her eyes when my eyes are closed,
Much to the imagination I would suppose.
Yet so real it is from my internal point of view
That the closure of my eyes is where this remains all true
I see her essence from the beginning, from the very start
From my rib, to her formation to the placement of her special heart
I see a light when she appears, because of her special glow
I watch her fly through the sky resting only atop the rainbow
If only she could see herself through the windows to my soul
If only she would just be her true self for this world to behold.

©2012 Thomas L. White III

1 comment:

  1. I felt every word ... BEAUTIFUL !!!! Sending you positive energy ... Nicole