Beauty bemuses me,
Steals my hapless heart
Will not let me go,
Within it I am bound, found
To want, to owe this life, ground.
Beauty the littlest thing
Calls me to look, see, a need
No turning away or back
Mind a pleasure given, known
Every time it is sure to show.
Beauty, oh you, dearest one
With the thought of you, so precious here,
My heart, all hopes, busy dreams
Take flight, at last, my sweet delight
You appeal, lovely, surreal
In the flash of your vibrant eyes
The sound, your voice, delicate note,
Your poise, stance, how everything becomes
More relevant, concentrated, close to you.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2020.06.08 Clinton Farm Downsized

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s