Her Beauty

by Jordan Mcleod   Oct 31, 2007


As she bites her nails I suddenly realise.
That she is everything I want and need.
Any wrong she does I will not criticise.
Her beauty will soon make me bleed.

As she types smoothly across the keyboard.
Her lips move as she mouths the words.
I feel that there is a lot more to be explored.
Like the soft sound of sweet singing birds.

Her hearing blocked by sound.
Her eyes reflecting her feelings.
Feeling like my movements are bound.
Feeling like my love is only concealing.

I wish she could understand her beauty.

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