Posted: Jun 28, 08 12:56pm
Morning compliments your sleepy eyes
with twinkling left from starlight
still lingering,somehow,
within sunrisen shadows.
Awakening,you look at me,and,
with a raised-eyebrow kind of smile
convey satisfaction,still,
from the night before.
How lovely you look.
And how I laugh
at your thinking otherwise,
as you cover your head with pillows.
The morning light stripes the room
through Venetian Blinds
and I ache for you once more.
I often wonder why
love is contingent on vanities
and,even emotions.
Or why you`d think
I`d love you less because
you`ve yet to paint
yourself into your own
conception of my ideal.
(...no matter how I try I can`t convince you that you`re far more beautiful
as you are
instead of who you think you should be.)
But the morning light
compliments your sleepy eyes
with twinkling left from starlight.
And as the morning shadows
soften in the room---
per the light within your eyes,
you open your arms
and yourself to me;
I return into you
in mornings evermore. ..
(I wrote this to almost every woman I`ve known---they all have egos,of course,but I`ve always found them as wonderous as they are attractive.
I love every aspect of womanhood---I thank God I never was "gay",nor ever had the inclination to be so.Otherwise I would`ve missed out on so very much beauty)
---Rick







