Poem To My Wife

25 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

A second look

Frumpy, fat, plain, old, broken
She sees herself

Mirrors don’t lie
But telling no truth
They are much more guilty
Of the more grievous sins of omission

A second look
Mine
Sees her as such a precious thing
If she were as gentle I would tremble to touch
For fear that a petal would fall

Special, subtle, real
Each day a new life of joy
Whole in that without her I could not be

She is beauty for me
Preceding any other definition

I have filled in all the spaces
The mirror cannot see

If only she could see with me


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