He wrote, "you're beautiful,"
in the text message this morning.
The same words often glide
easily from his lips.
And the years of self-imposed doubt
fade as I see truth in his eyes.
He sees me as no other;
his vision takes me to that
Enchanted Cottage
where lovers view one another
with hearts and passion
that surpass mortal eyes.
The world will never see
his vision of me,
but with him as my mirror
I am beautiful.
So true and so wonderful, along with the attraction of opposites, making sure that the gene pool is strong and survives. Sorry to wax scientific, but the genetics, including that warm feeling you feel when someone says that you are “beautiful” (in their eyes) is all miraculously designed by mother nature to make sure that each generation is more beautiful than the last. That is, if we don't mess it up! ;-)
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
Blending Southern Gothic mystery romance, fantasy, theater, dance, music, and flashes of humor, tells the story of a pair of lovers in two separate time periods who find themselves battling an evil fifty years apart.
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Ron
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What a wonderful expression of learning to see.
John
Regis