.........from this garden
of your pages
how before me they stare
contriving to reveal in me
for me
well for anybody
who cares to caress their
own hearts with the
colloquial feathers
of your loving words
some beauty in me
yet known
that you have deemed
as quite rare
with such specific eyes
you deeply dip
your thoughts into the
more murky dredges of
my mind
you see so often
what men in love
are bound to see
but still more so than even
just that
you see some unnamed
sweet essence of untainted
spirit in me
I am enamored of the joy
you weave from the cobwebs
of my every victory and strife
and now in my awe of your
own beautiful truth
I come to this page to claim no
other reward than to be
the woman who becomes
the wife of all the remaining days
of your deeply poetic and
quite passionate life....................
(Nov. 26, 2010 607am)