by Richard Vince

The smile does not make her
Beautiful; it merely
Reveals the extent of her beauty,
Offering outsiders like myself
A prized glimpse of her
Iridescent soul, a spectrum of
Every shade of kindness,
Every hue of compassion
The eye can interpret.

It is honesty that disarms
Through its disarming of her
And its disabling of weapons,
Neutralising corrosive elements,
Fashioning peace from hostility
And filling darkness with light.

Her heart continues to shine
Through all that befalls her,
And now through all that
Befalls me as I am allowed
To share in more of her life.
I can only hope that
My presence will not tarnish
The pure brightness of that
Incomparable soul I have
Come to love with all of mine.


Posted on 01/20/2005
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

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