Morning Beauty

Morning Beauty

Your short gait across the dirt road
makes a rhythmic skipping sound,
as your tiny dog greats you energetically.

Your face is a wonder in the truest sense.
Intensely beautiful, it somehow maintains
the youthful glee of a child and
a wisdom far beyond its time.

Your frame is a marvel to behold
and how you handle it comfortably
more so at peace in your own skin
than any human before has ever been.

How I often longed to kiss every inch of you
and turn it blushed red as we huddled
under the covers late at night.

Your eyes twinkle in the magic way
I have imagined so many times as a child.

You have the power of wit to knock me down
every rung of the ladder I have ever climbed,
but never found it necessary to do more
than smile and encourage me.

The kindness and love you have shown me
are stronger than I will ever be.

You are the darkest nights
where stars shine brighter than we have ever seen.
You are the early morning,
a secret I have shared with the earth
as I have watched its early rays cover you gently.

For not taking every opportunity to
show you how special you are,
I may be doomed to lose all of you.
For not taking every moment to
honestly proclaim how I love you and
spin the web of our lives into a beautiful tapestry,
I may be fortunate to only have a thread.

The mere thought of losing your touch
shakes my very foundation.
And the idea that your love is on a distant shore
that I may never reach again
is enough for me to drown trying to reach it.

But knowing you, I'm placing it all on the line
that you'll swim out and meet me half way.