There should be a word I could say
that would instantly let me know you
a word that would translate all –
your sadness and beauty, the tree of your life.
Transcend the mosaic of a woman
shell and marvels- the sense of she within;
when love is a forged steel, bringing
conquest and surrender to the most tender
enduring moments man can make.
There is mystery behind the eyelashes
the focused views they adorn, the worlds they filter
vastness as within motes and specks
that float in a sunbeam.
There should be a word, a key from my lips
into the treasured vaults…
of your heart.
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