she

perfect love

she

 

her deep blue eyes gaze at me

with admiration I don’t feel worthy of

…sometimes…

I really don’t walk on water

as much as I should…

she makes me conscious of

my shortcomings

not that she would ever say that…

or ever mean that…

or even think that…

it is just my soul’s reaction

to her virtue…

I’m sure she never thinks about the things I’m not

that’s not her way

but…I love her ways…

in my own way…

she is what she is...

kind without pretense…

loyal to a fault…

always seeing the good in me…and others…

and never the bad…

loving without the expectation of anything…but love…in return…

she makes me want to be a better man…

to rise above what I tend to be…

she’s happy with what I am but deserves so much more…

I think of this when life’s dark clouds

rob me of my sunshine…

she brings a brightness of her own

that dispels my darkness

and keeps my fears at bay…

she’d give me anything I asked…

sometimes I can’t handle that responsibility…

but darkness…like happiness…comes and goes…

her love is like a safety net

woven of threads of finest gold…

pure and strong…

she adds beauty to my life

and keeps me from becoming

the brute my nature always 

beckons me to be