And I look at it again,
now with new expectations-
then with fresh desires,
now looking for your hair to tell its own story-
then settling with your eyes to take me on a sojourn.
One cannot not like looking at your face,
Beauty they say is a perceptional illusion-
and I completely agree,
The more I know the soul beneath the skin-
The greater I understand the transcendent meaning of being.
Thoughtful, Profound, Loving & Intense,
I am enthused to look at you as the communicator of beauty-
well nothing is perfect in this world,
& you do not stand outside these parameters of human follies-
more so because at the moment I just want to look at it again.
Did they say your beauty was ephemeral, I am sure it is,
but what's permanent in this world:Man's Death & God's dominance-
Someone said One day Beauty like yours can save the world from wars,
I doubt the hyperbole, I do agree it can give me moments of pure happiness-
& now I experience a war between the left and right hemispheres of my head.
So I merely look at it again
now with a sense of belonging
then with a bit of distress
because I know I can't get you, not unless God destroys me
& creates me one more time, so I can look at you again, now ............
