You are the beauty in awakening
and my comfort in the evening,
patient in suffering
and hopeful in waiting.
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.
Let me look at you.
I only want to behold you, Beloved.
a poem by Troy Cady