i will render you
in word
in ink
in the trembling of my hands
and the racing of my heart beat
you will be sculpted
in the most loving way
taking extra care on
your pretty eyes
and soft lips
and crooked teeth
i want your grin to
be a mirror image of
the one that feels saved
just for me
but that’s probably silly
if you’ll allow me
i’m gonna draw forth all
the beauty i see in you
so maybe you’ll see it too
all the love i harbor
for you
shining through
my fragile and human ribs
parting like tree limbs
for this bright light
we can stand under
this burning sun together
you and i, lover
and i will render you
with all the care and tenderness
these shaking hands of mine
are capable of
- Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 5th, 2019 02:06
- Category: Love
- Views: 18
Comments1
When a love is special poetry is in the air. When a poet finds that love, then poetry fills the air and powers the hand to write.
A lovely love poem today.
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