What His Eyes See

She sees the oily shine of a complexion that hasn’t noticed puberty ended years ago.
He sees a radiance that comes from beauty within.

She sees crooked teeth marred with coffee stains.
He sees a smile so warm it could melt a heart of stone.

She sees calloused hands from all the times she forgot to wear gloves.
He sees a woman who is not afraid to work.

She turns her hands over and sees wrinkles and veins that resemble a mountain road map.
He sees hands that would fit perfectly inside of his own.

She looks down and sees folds of unwanted fat.
He sees a woman he longs to fold in his embrace.

Then he silences her self-deprecation with a kiss
And his touch tells her that she is accepted as she is.

Now she sees only him.
And he sees only love.


August 3, 2017 ~ couplet chain
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.”

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I Thank My God

God has led us both together, I can see;
He will guide our lives throughout eternity.
I thank God for you each time I pray,
For our love grows stronger every day.

I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, of you.
I don’t cease to be so amazed at the wonder of you, of you.
Because I love you more than I could ever say,
And I love you more with every passing day.
I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.


TBT 1990 ~ My high school sweetheart, to whom I was engaged at one point, wrote a song for me. Later on I added the stanza above. (The refrain is his.) I’ve searched and searched, but cannot find the words he wrote, though I do still have the music. I wrote it out, and I play it at weddings as part of the prelude. I wrote the refrain from memory. You’ve seen some other poems to and about him, if you like to read my TBT poems. His name is Sam White, and he and I are still friends.

One more tidbit ~ The phrase I thank my God upon every remembrance of you” comes directly out of the Bible, and is found in Philippians 1:3.

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Can’t Just Walk Away

“You were right about that tree thing, the love tree, or whatever you called it. I am not ready to let the tree die. MaryAnne and I have given each other the best of ourselves and maybe the worst, too, but either way, we both own a significant portion of each other. That’s not something you can just walk away from.”

from “Catherine’s Telegram” in The Letter by Richard Paul Evans, p. 247