simply for her
Posted: September 28th, 2011, 12:13 pm
I'd never seen her face before,
I never let me look;
perhaps I feared I might adore
the pages of her book.
I'd never read the stories writ
in lines that frame her eyes,
parentheses that somehow fit
her smiling lips' surprise.
But when she paused to answer me
when I'd proposed to her
I lingered on the poetry
that in her face she bore.
And that for me's become my home,
-- the fortress, icon, rock --
where immortality has come
replacing love for clock
that in her Yes I'd understand
salvation's guarantee:
to see love's face, to hold love's hand
is life's ubiquity.
I never let me look;
perhaps I feared I might adore
the pages of her book.
I'd never read the stories writ
in lines that frame her eyes,
parentheses that somehow fit
her smiling lips' surprise.
But when she paused to answer me
when I'd proposed to her
I lingered on the poetry
that in her face she bore.
And that for me's become my home,
-- the fortress, icon, rock --
where immortality has come
replacing love for clock
that in her Yes I'd understand
salvation's guarantee:
to see love's face, to hold love's hand
is life's ubiquity.