The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows, And the beauty of a woman With passing years only grows.
I close my eyes
And there you are
You dazzle me
From near and far
It strikes me too
No other like it
All perfect curves
From head to toe
From hips to calves
From eyes to nose
Both inside and outside
Your brilliance flows
I crave your kiss
My heart explodes
Still strong without you
Though hard it is
Each passing day
I am bolstered too
Each sunless night
Your voice I hear
Turns dark to light
I want you now
Stay near to me
Eyes open wide
Still you I see
My first gay couple.
Was actually excited about the shoot and the event for this will be my very first.
Let me get this straight
gay marriage is bad?
You’re ok with love,
but only if it’s straight,
but not lady-lady or lad-lad?
What’s the difference,
may I ask,
between the union of two souls?
does their gender really matter,
or is your vision just marred in coal?
If love makes the world go round,
why should only you be allowed to spin?
why not if she wants to marry her,
or if he wants to marry him?
How would you feel
If I stopped you from marrying your soulmate,
because of a notion I have,
that narrow minded people are ‘not natural’
and that their minds are bad?
You don’t see me stopping you
from making your marital choice,
Then what makes you think
that on this issue, people need your voice?
I am glad to know that you have your rights,
and your life is going on just fine,
so, please go on living your own life,
and let me live mine…
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Through storm, wind, and heavy rain,
It will withstand every pain.
Our hearts are so pure and love so sweet.
I love you more with every heartbeat!
You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost radio, may never be an oil painting or
Old Master’s charcoal sketch:
you are a concordance of person, number, voice,
and place, strawberries spread through your name as if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me of some spring, the waters as cool and clear (late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind), which is where you occur in grassy moonlight:
and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium
or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star
in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving
from its earthwards journeys, here where there is no snow (I dreamed the snow was you, when there was snow), you are my right have come to be my night (your body takes on the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep
becomes you): and you fall from the sky
with several flowers, words spill from your mouth
in waves, your lips taste like the sea, salt-sweet (trees
and seas have flown away, I call it
loving you): home is nowhere, therefore you,
a kind of dwell and welcome, song after all,
and free of any eden we can name.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate then when I fall asleep your eyes close.