Uncertain Beauty

You call it a simple smile,

Un-arresting, vague, even shy,

A plain and modest sight.

I often watch you hide it,

From the eyes of passersby,

And find myself amused,

When laughter wins the fight.

Because when I am blessed,

By being present,

When that smile no longer hides,

I see the rising sun,

A crush of doves,

Under a rainbow’s arch,

Gently moved to flight.

Your eyes,

Deemed by you to be,

Ordinary,

Of a common brown,

And nothing more.

I behold embers of amber,

Deep and rich,

A ceaseless ocean storm,

Wild, lively, yet vulnerable,

Dangerously, just short of sure.

To describe your lovely face,

In any inconsequential manner,

Is to shrink the starry cosmos,

To a sun and simple moon,

God’s Creation to an hour.

In your voice you say,

It sounds to you,

Indelicate, and not at all,

Erotic,

This same voice calls to me,

In tones and melodies of heaven,

That sweet, tender,

Wonderfully gentle tone,

That melodically moves my soul,

Like thunder.

Be my ear, my eye,

My heart, my touch,

Find yourself open-mouthed in awe-

Enslaved,

And moved anxiously to peace,

When not overcome with wonder,

Or the unyielding call of need,

To feel even once,

For a hastened moment,

As the exquisite being seen.

In a glimpse,

You would know the essence of enigma,

The radix of superb,

Witness wonder, and see glorious,

Know the deficiency of words.

Your modesty heightens your amazing,

And your vulnerable heart,

Makes you a queen,

That uncertain girl,

With the strong yet caring way,

The loveliest woman,

I’ve ever seen.