she loved him

Another older one I found.

 She loved him from the bottom of his fee to the tip of his head

The silky hair she ran her fingers threw hung just above those piercing eyes

The ones that could pierce her soul and make her heart cold,

or make her melt into submission with warm emotion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lips that could cut her with harmful words

 

 

 

 

 

 

or prove passion, love and emotion all existed without a word spoken

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The strong arms that could hold her at an agonizing distance

 

 

 

 

 

 

or, embrace her with all the safety and shelter she would ever need

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The shoulders that could bare the heavy weight of the world

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or, the light miracle of their children

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The smile that when absent darkened the world

 

 

 

 

 

 

or, shine brighter then the heavens above in its full glory

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hands that could do so much harm

 

 

 

 

 

 

or, provide the softest of caress

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The eyes that are the window to his soul like a clear piece of glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

catching the sun creating a radius light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The intelligence he posses, to know right and wrong of the world

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, the understanding that some things he can't control or change

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The ambition that pushes him forward in life

 

 

 

 

 

 

Assuring him no matter what path he chooses he will be successful

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sincerity that few have

 

 

 

 

 

 

The self respect anyone deserves he has and gives freely

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The love he gives to those he cherishes

 

 

 

 

 

 

But does not give easily

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sense to know when to stand and fight

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or bow out gracefully

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She could tell you what his voice sounds like with its' rich deep tone

 

 

 

 

 

 

She could try and explain the feel of his hand in hers

 

 

 

 

 

 

She could tell you of the softness of his touch

 

 

 

 

 

She could tell you of the words of love he spoke

 

 

 

 

 

She could tell you of his hurts and joys

 

 

 

 

She could tell you she stood by him

 

 

 

 

But then she'd have to tell you I imagined him.