Saturday, September 13, 2014


You are the beauty in awakening
and my comfort in the evening,
patient in suffering
and hopeful in waiting.

Hold still.
Let me look at you, my love.
Your lips…delicate, curved petals.
I see a splash of baby’s breath,
a tiny accent hiding deep
in the color of your eyes.
Your face, a one-of-a-kind vase,
matchless in form
with shades of mystery.

Hold still.
Let me look at you.
I only want to behold you, Beloved.

a poem by Troy Cady
for Heather

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