I once was in Paris,
So long ago,
In the Louvre
Among the signs of God's things,
Beauty
From a thousand tortured minds.
Happening upon the Mona Lisa,
My thoughts time-travel
To meeting you,
To seeing the perfect
Beauty
Of you.
But even then
My child's eyes knew,
As I now know you,
That the wonder of
Beauty
Does not mean I have to own it;
To own you.
It is the ultimate kiss to my soul
Knowing only
That you
Are
Simply
There...
God's gentle caress
Upon a tattered world,
My tattered heart,
Finally experiencing the utter
Joy
Of knowing
You are just
Simply
There.
Copyright 2012 by Andrew T. Durham
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