Like a Mirror, she reflects the Sun.

Her inner beauty radiates the universe
warms worlds, illuminating darkness
shining where light feared to tread before.

Like a Lady, she seems noble-born.

I would treat her as such, were she mine.
I would cherish her and treasure her
better than she dreams possible, more
than she knows to be true in this moment of Time.

Like the first edge of Dawn, she touches me.

The moment we met my interest was
Struck … like a match in the dark of night, burning bright.
Though she did not know it. Though I did not show it.

Like a Twin, mirrors my Self, I hers.

Our thinking walks the self-same pathways,
so many things exist that we both like to do.
Do her feelings mirror mine? Will paths coincide?

The warmth of hearth-fire, I want her beside me.

In the morning when we wake. At night as we sleep.
In our lives as we live them. (As we breathe and love .  .  .  .)

Like the Sun

.  .  . she radiates beauty.

 

copyright mds. 2003. All Rights Reserved.

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I wrote this for someone who wanted a poem to give to a “person of his interest.” Then it was too much so I don’t think he ever gave it to her! lol!

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* Related content from jdubqca poetry by j matthew waters:

melting icicles mesmerizing like prisms

 

 

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