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Blue when she's Away
She pours herself a steaming
fresh cup
of green tea, takes a tiny,
little sip; makes a cinnamon-
raisin bagel
to have something
sweet to dip, sitting down
beside me, asking
how was my day, but all I can
remember is the time she was
away. The truth is worth
confessing, although
my words go mute
expressing, everything
that I want to say. So I take
her into my arms,
and read from the book
of psalms, “for great is your
love, higher than the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches
the skies.” We kiss
and I look into her eyes, she
sighs, staring across the room
out the window at the moon,
as I muzzle into her satin
lace, look straight into her
face, give a cordial embrace,
without haste, and say – I
can never let you go, my day
goes much too slow, even talking
on the phone, I still feel alone,
until I come home, like a sailor
stepping to the shore, to see
the only woman I will
forever treasure and adore.
So beautiful...She's a lucky
So beautiful...She's a lucky lady.
Thank you for your comment.
Thank you for your comment. Almost every pleasant word about women is unchallengeable to me. Thus positive thinking is often mistaken for luck. The right attitude invites the right opportunities. Although one must be sincere in every belief and principle. This poem is simply an acceptance in the ways which women are, and a conviction about how they should be treated. Beneath the exterior of all women is a soul capable of illuminating the heavens. Finding someone this spectacular is not a windfall, it is simply a matter of opening your eyes to see the splendor of the divine within.