Behold Beauty

just a quick sketch of how I felt after being told I was beautiful. I might take this draft and really work on it someday...maybe ;o)

And he called me beautiful

And meant it

And wanted nothing more than to see me smile

At his truth

Looking me directly in my eye

And occasionally looking down at my

Smile

And nothing lower

Cause the beauty’s in the eye of the beholder

And he beholds my face

And calls it beauty

And gorgeous

And a few other names that make me blush

And when I count the times I’ve heard that before

I cringe at how endless the sweet nothing’s list is

But then I count the times it was meant

And it’s just him

And my dad

Oh, and my date to prom who had a crush on me

But that’s irrelevant

Cause I’m talking about him

And this feet sweeping he’s doing

And it’s working

And I’m slowly believing

That I’m beautiful

And slowly falling for his sweet somethings

Slowly falling into his arms

Looking him in his eyes

And we, beholding each other

And I didn’t know how much it mattered

To be called beautiful

Until he did

And I felt beauty creep from my soul

And onto my face

Behold, I am changed

And I have you to thank

 

Reviews

[Robin]

beautiful ~

[Michael]

interesting read.

I liked it very much and your pretty good at writing.
thanks for sharing

[Dream Weaver]

He's a smart man...as for the poem it definitely
has a glowing appeal...I could feel your transformation!
Nicely done...