Looking into her eyes I see a world so deep The little girl, the young lady, The beauty that stands before me
Her freckles on her cheek tell a story so rich The little girl, the young lady, The beauty that stands before me
Her skin so soft it speaks of a life so pure The little girl, the young lady, The Beauty that Stands Before Me
PoemsbyBruce _____________ I’ll never forget the moment. Her right hand was under her chin. She was talking about food and spices. But, I got lost looking into her brown eyes, the freckles around the bridge of her nose, and I swear at that moment I experienced all the good moments of her life looking deep into her eyes.
While finishing my wine I was thinking about the little girl within her. Then, the young lady inside. Then, she stood before me and asked me if I wanted one more glass of wine. I paid and went to the parking lot to write these words. First poem to write in 30 years. It’s simple and cute. It was June of 2016