Saw Her Today Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

He saw her today
But she was not near
Yet, he saw her
He saw her everywhere

Every pretty face
A reflection of her
Every beautiful woman
A mere reflection of her

He always stopped to notice
Beauty in all its shapes and forms
Whether a beautiful woman,
A painting, an aria,
A rose, a sonnet
Or the stars at night;
He stopped to wonder
At the sheer beauty before him

Admirin' whatever form
Beauty took to seize and grip
His attention, he would smile,
For his mind would grasp the beauty
And his thoughts would turn to her
The various images
Of her that he cherished
Would dance through his mind

Then his thoughts would turn to the hope
That he held in his heart
That kept him goin'
That he would see her soon