I'm no poet, but sometimes we ache to let som

What is beauty, what is love,

There are so many things of which it is

Beauty, love, love, beauty

Hand in hand they go, so many things we can describe as such


A c***ds gleeful, happy uncaring laugh,

Is this not beauty?

Does it not make you feel the ache of love?

For love is many things to many people.

This love is for life, not for someone or some thing


And then there is beauty,

in the growth of the flower, in it's coming to fulfilment

Days go by and you pass by this miracle

Then one day the bud has become a flower

You notice then the beauty

But the gardener had noticed it long ago

When planting and tending and helping it grow


So what then of man and woman

How much is beauty, how much love

Do we truly see them or is it a reflection of lust we see?

Truly until you I could not have guessed

But my heart has been unchained and my eyes opened

Such feelings I never knew, such wonderful happiness


To see your hair, I reach out to touch it

To see your smile, it creates my own

To hear your honeyed voice, that soothes my heart on it's journey from my ears

To hear each time anew your wondrous laugh, you bring me such joy

To see the gleam in your eyes makes me wish to cry in fulfilment


You are that whom I have loved from the first

even without knowing, without seeing, without being.

You are the part of me I never knew was missing

Until I saw you I felt alone but whole

Now I know I can never be, not without you