THE BEHOLDERS EYE
Though elegant it’s not her grace,
though beautiful it’s not her face.
The food that fuels my eagerness:
her love, her warmth, her tenderness.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Person, place, or thing?
So much said in four lines!
Love the artwork!
Thank you Laura - this was a contribution to a Fusion but I have since tweaked it a bit and thought it worthy of posting in the main gallery.
Worthy indeed, Michael!
I like it!
Your loved one in your minds eye. Good write Michael.
Indeed - thanks Andy.
Good write and pic Michael. Obviously not a tribute to my KP marriage! lol.
You can only marry Kinetic Penguins in the cold weather - was it recent?
It was a Halloween wedding - very scary!
Truth , Micheal true beauty lies within , another great watercolor
It does indeed - thanks Bill.
I loved it. We always get great words and great art. Good combination.
Thanks so much for your kind words.
In my experience of LADIES MICHEAL (over the past 17 years) It is the INNER LADY (love ~ warmth ~ tenderness) that survives and satisfies ! The OUTER LADY (Cosmetics & Couture) is often transient & ephemeral. A LADY like Mother Theresa is infinitely BEAUTIFUL ~ Thanks for sharing ! Love the painting ~ The Village Pub ~ together with the Village Church ~ the Secular and Spiritual Hearts of any respectable English Village ! Yours BRIAN ~ A would be Connoisseur of Worship ~ Wine ~ Women !
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