The curl of your luscious hair.
The smooth trace of your cheek.
The feminine flare down your waist to your hip.
Are you not perfect?
In your eye perhaps not,
but in mine?
In mine, only God can know the adoration in my heart.
You and I,
We vary
We differ
You know this
Think of it this way
I am straight, like a line
Boring
You?
Well, you are the gentle switchback of a river carving across the rock of the valley
From you there is life, my life
How?
With despair surrounding
A reality cold
Seemingly void of any redeeming light
That sweet
That sweet, sweet curve of your smile
As the ends of your mouth rise, so too does the sun over the horizon each morning
It’s a moment anyone should live for
It’s a moment I live for
A saving grace
A saving grace that for even if just a moment, a similar bend appears in my lips
If I could see this every day.
I don’t start with the sound of the birds,
I don’t start with a cascading shower
I start with you and the curve of your smile
If I could
But that smile goes past me
It’s not for me
It never has been
My own smile recedes
And I feel robbed of something I guess I never truly had
That smile
That smile that makes my heart rise high beyond the earth
It has always been for someone else
Don't tell me differently
I know you don't desire me in the way I long for you
But ask yourself this
Does he deserve it?
Maybe
Does he need it?
Perhaps
But
Will he know the face of God when you embrace him with your beam of light?
Will he know that he is the richest man even if his wallet is bare?
Will he adore you?
No
Not like I do
I can guarantee that
But what does that matter?
My endless adoration for you means nothing unless you recognize it
It is now, I admit, that I know
I know you don’t recognize my adoration
But further more
I know the agonizing truth
I know you will never recognize my adoration
