often
I lose myself
in sweet romantic things
my eyes' mind vision
of rain falling upon your face
as your eyes slowly break
free into a smile
so lovely
how this so captivates a heart
that was so long ago taken
there are canvases in me
my love has yet to even
paint
the borders of truth on you
reside
ever the portrait
of my many tomorrows
yet to come
as your own eyes
sketch me a far better woman
than I likely actually am
surely that's what real love
is founded upon
truth wearing a suit of
honest recognition
then
if be it so
'Embrace My Keenest Truth'
you are so very sparklingly
loved
by a most captivated me...........
(Aug. 8, 2009 642am)