Truth For My Desire Poem by Michael C H

Your hair flows over your eyes
Like a waterfall in disguise.
But still, beneath, I see the gleam:
Your beauty and your truth unseen.
You blush at my names and turn your face
But truth is what I deal, not disgrace.
I call you beautiful, perfect, divine.
I say, 'I'm lucky to call you mine'.
But still you don't believe, I see in your eyes
That you think I flatter, that you think I lie
But not a creature that I have seen
Can match that beauty that you have been:
Your subtle smiles and your words so soft,
Hidden behind strong walls built aloft.
How beautiful your body, how gorgeous your hair
But behind that is a brain so wondrously fair.
Scars may be left from the past,
Memories and marks that might outlast,
But the truth I deal, the question I pose,
Is that I may give you happy ones to weigh-out those.
And though I may cling and I may bore,
One thing I beg, one thing I implore,
Look passed my always and constant affection,
Look passed my hair and fear of rejection,
To see my true love, my true heart,
Buried deep beneath the art.
This is what I see when I look in your eyes
When I kiss those lips so soft and that laugh to mesmerize.
A feeling so full, I know not what to do,
So strong, so beautiful, so gorgeous, so true.