How well I know her face.
Each tender curve.
How many times
I’ve touched it
Stroked her cheeks
Wiped a tear
Gazed deeply into a hazel universe
And lost my heart.
How I have come to love
Each facet of her being,
Each furrow of her brow
Each hair
And the speckled wonder of her eyes.
She has seen battle
And victory.
Each furrow of her brow
Has a story of struggle.
Each gray hair
A tale of strength.
Still
She is soft.
She girds for battle
Only when she must,
Sallying forth
A wonder to behold.
But to me
She is all the kindness
In the universe
Wrapped in the soft landscape
Of her face
(how well I know it)
And her speckled hazel eyes