On Your Beauty

[Stevenson]

Of breath of the forests, and thus leaves do quiver
The hills of great England, that shadow timid rivers

        (Henceforth I question, the beauty of the mentioned
         For now I've seen your face
         The inner light
         Of your soul through the hills, my eyes descry forever
         The shadows cannot touch
         Your beauty, unfaded)

Of butterflies and bumblebees
The harmonies on a mountain breeze
Depths of valleys, kissing frost
Opaque white snow, robin lost

        (What beauty is amid these now?
         As you exist.
         Your presence and aura, deep within me
         Warm the icy abandoned cavities
         Of my heart once cold
         Lost not once)

Of the less travelled paths I've taken
And the pigeon nests forsaken
A falling egg, a dying birth
The rest survive, in giddy mirth

        (I have walked many root full paths
         But none of these compare to you
         You define perfection
         A progeny of grace, from whence did you come?
         A world distant among lilies and trees
         Whispering on the flowery breeze)

And of these flying butterflies I see and feel
Each flap in unity with too many clocks
Of time we care far too much
Forgetting the sun and the moon, against the rocks

        (Needless to say, in you time does halt
         The earth carelessly rotates
         Around you
         Your face among roses, time has no meaning
         It is merely ever changing sunlight
         Against your lips)

Of your beauty told in truth
Exceeding my written verse


I, have surpassed my best
I, have travelled the world, have I just
Yet still I find no answers

A description for your beauty
Lies hidden in shadows
Still

A portrayal in words
Goes begging
And forever
Will

[personalreality]

Fantastic stevejosh.

You could be raking in the ladies with this stuff