or ripe grapes heavy on the vine
he has something sweet inside
If I could speak of his elegance,
his regal bearing and natural grace
you would see that he is at once
startlingly humble, handsome and appealing
Ah! Those great eyes, with lids that shade the
rapid fire of his thoughts, flash bright brown hues
whenever he smiles...
And so able to blend into the tapestry
without losing the distinctiveness of his own fabric
he is master of the segue... the prince
of diplomacy and discretion
Like the peace that comes at sunrise
tears of gratefulness and thanksgiving
stain my cheeks when I reflect upon manifold blessings
available to me daily inside the lovely chambers
of his heart -
My hands are ever poised to pluck from his bounty
and my lips wait patiently to savor with delight
the exquisite taste of joy mere words cannot convey...
Bridget Edwards
© 2012
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