The curl of your luscious hair.

The smooth trace of your cheek.

The feminine flare down your waist to your hip.

Are you not perfect?

In your eye perhaps not,

but in mine?

In mine, only God can know the adoration in my heart.

You and I,

We vary

We differ

You know this

Think of it this way

I am straight, like a line

Boring

You?

Well, you are the gentle switchback of a river carving across the rock of the valley

From you there is life, my life

How?

With despair surrounding

A reality cold

Seemingly void of any redeeming light

That sweet

That sweet, sweet curve of your smile

As the ends of your mouth rise, so too does the sun over the horizon each morning

It’s a moment anyone should live for

It’s a moment I live for

A saving grace

A saving grace that for even if just a moment, a similar bend appears in my lips

If I could see this every day.

I don’t start with the sound of the birds,

I don’t start with a cascading shower

I start with you and the curve of your smile

If I could

But that smile goes past me

It’s not for me

It never has been

My own smile recedes

And I feel robbed of something I guess I never truly had

That smile

That smile that makes my heart rise high beyond the earth

It has always been for someone else

Don't tell me differently

I know you don't desire me in the way I long for you

But ask yourself this

Does he deserve it?

Maybe

Does he need it?

Perhaps

But

Will he know the face of God when you embrace him with your beam of light?

Will he know that he is the richest man even if his wallet is bare?

Will he adore you?

No

Not like I do

I can guarantee that

But what does that matter?

My endless adoration for you means nothing unless you recognize it

It is now, I admit, that I know

I know you don’t recognize my adoration

But further more

I know the agonizing truth

I know you will never recognize my adoration