Touched

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

Author: Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

My life has gone through some rapid changes of which I had no control so I am now trying to find new purpose and meaning. There is an adventure in this and I am excited to move forward.

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