only my heart
pat, this was the poem i was talkin about. the one that i saw while i was going over some old notes. just like barbie, i wrote this without anyone particular in mind. it's so odd that i find myself "writing" it all over again for you. here it goes...only my heart
i do not dare even try to paint your portrait
i fear my hands do not have the skill to capture the perfection of your skin;
the curves of your lips, the gentle stucture of your face...
there are no colors rich enough to show the deep glow of your soft eyes...
that gleamed more delicately than the first rays of morning when i first gazed into them.
i cannot recreate the glimmer in your smile
that captured me when first i caught it...
over words and laughter...
nor can i do justice to the beauty of your soul
that beckoned to me
through tears and hesitation.
so instead i offer my heart
believing that it alone can express what my limited humanness cannot...
the joy of having been given this chance; these moments...
for it alone cannot be swayed and knows no distortion in its perception of you.
only my heart:
fashioned by a force greater than us both,
and tested by life and its many disappointments,
can truly capture that which the tangible world cannot.
my heart beats and i know it knows you...
memorized your flaws and seen beauty in them,
recognized your strength and awed at your goodness.
there is no music that compares to this rhythm in me
and there are no songs that compare to the moving power of your laughter...
your whisper...
your very breath.
my heart alone preserves my image of you...
ineffable and true;
a constant in a world of change.
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