there is softness in her beauty
in that we recognize beyond the physical pleasures,
there is a softness,
one meant to be honored,
yet, so often in the throes of our personal passions,
we forget to take homage in their own gentle offerings.
we attach sacrifice,
to suggest she is meant to be privileged,
at the expense of man,
without realizing her own contributions,
are meant to be the truth,
not a fantasy,
but a spiritual guidance in the heart of all Man.
I know she is beautiful,
and I relish the opportunity to tell her so,
when in her eyes, I see magic, I see the sunrise,
and I do as evening pulls often feel the sunset,
in her demeanor when a peace,
a needed vacation from all of the torment,
might become her personal homage.
I see her.