Feb 13th; Yet To Find
Her skin serenades my working hands her listening silence is wise counsel to my troubled, tired mind. her searching eyes are welcome to my imperfections, because there is no judgement in her questions and no condemnation in her judgement. Her complexity leaves me silent, her creativity paints the colours of my gaze across an otherwise beige room, her blemishes are beautified in honesty and cast shadows across photoshop idols for the skin is deception. She will bow where I bow but never to me and I never to her. Written february 13th 2011 before I met my wonderful wife. too chliched? Naa!