She's Beautiful Still Poem by Casey Gochnour

She’s beautiful like the colors in the sky as the sun falls over the horizon. She’s beautiful like the notes of a piano so delicately pressed by fingers unknown to it, such a graceful melody. She’s beautiful like the smell of a warm home, so welcoming and gentle.

She’s beautiful the way she moves her hips to the beat of her favorite songs. She’s beautiful the way she walks and laughs, how she holds my hand in front of everyone. She’s beautiful the way the birds chirp in the morning, as the sun breaks through the window in cracks.

She’s beautiful the way fresh laundry smells straight out of the dryer, how warm and inviting it seems. She’s beautiful the way she puts on her makeup in the mirror when I hug her waist. She’s beautiful the way she says she’ll be on time, but hell, she’s always late.

She’s beautiful the way she makes me feel, every second of every day. She’s beautiful the way she trusts me to do small things for her, the way she knows I’ll do my best to get it right. She’s beautiful the way she gets embarrassed from the things I say out in public, when she pretends she doesn’t know me…

She’s beautiful like the bright red rose as it touches her lips. She’s beautiful the way her body touches mine, and her hand goes to my pants to unzip. She’s beautiful how she kisses me, how she loves me, how she would bend over backwards to give me food or make sure I’m comfortable.

She’s beautiful how she’s such a careful creature, so wondrous and full of joy. She’s beautiful the way she hides in public, how it seems she’d hide behind my back if she had to. She’s beautiful the way she kisses me goodbye when it’s time for me to leave… but she doesn’t know I always look back one more time before she’s out of sight.

She’s beautiful like the way it feels as though my mind is always on a high when we’re together, as if nothing else in the world can matter. She’s beautiful the way she always gets so cold so easily, running to me for warmth. She’s beautiful the way she passes off girls who flirt with me, laughing at their attempts.

She’s beautiful the way she sees me, even though I’m not perfect but she needs me. She’s beautiful the way she’s perfect to me, how she’s all I want and want her to be.
She’s beautiful the way we believe in each other, how we believe in our love to not be perfect, but be perfect for us.

She’s beautiful the way she gives me dirty words, the way she craves my whispers in her ear. She’s beautiful the way her body rubs against mine, the way she tastes my tongue as she uses me as her toy. She’s beautiful the way she scratches my body, always leaving her mark, always leaving me wanting more…

She’s beautiful the way she loves me, the way she trusts me and all of my words. She’s beautiful the way she loves me, the way she kisses me and leaves me without words. She’s beautiful the way she loves me, the way I’ll never find the right words.

She’s beautiful in her own being, in every way I can imagine.