because he treats me like gold
but more than that
he treats me like porcelain
but more than that
he treats me like a princess
but more than that
he treats me like a woman

because he listens
to my silences
and sees the smiles
in my eyebrows.

and you might not see that in him;

you might see
dime-store jeans
and shaggy hair
and think him lacking in promise.

you might see
a no-count,
a dreamer -

I understand
where you could make the mistake;

but if you looked through these eyes
you would see

a strong man
with a gentle touch;
you would see the artist
that daily makes the world more beautiful...

why him?

because through his eyes
I see myself

and I am
beautiful.

03/13/2007

Posted on 03/14/2007
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