So Beautiful To Me
I don’t usually
tell people that I can’t remember what they look like. They would never
understand. Faces usually disappear until people return in my space. I sometimes
have a vague lingering for a few days but no details. As strange as it may
seem, I can barely remember the faces of the people I share my home with, my
own family. I have been talking with this friend who I remember was beautiful
but when I saw her again, I was more pleasantly surprise with her beauty which
incidentally go well beyond her overwhelming exterior.
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So Beautiful To Me Sometimes
I double check, questioning my eyes Only
to discover scrutiny doesn’t my opinion revise Beauty
reaches out from her inner dept within Even
that little dimple which embellishes her shin And
her smiles radiate and spread to her feet Undeniably
making this vision of her complete Tonight
I saw her with her new tinted hair It
complemented her skin tone and gender appropriate wear For
sometime I had forgotten her radiant face Unable
to recall features when they are not in my space Lots
of the time descriptive things is all I’ll recall The
mannerisms and beauty placements, that’s all Ordinarily
that may seem like it’s a handicap for me My
joy comes every time with re-acquaintance of her beauty Each
time I see her it’s like the very first Taking away this pleasure would seem a
whole lot worse |
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