Beautiful Face Poem by Jo Beckett

I met a radiant, beautiful face
In a mesmerising, aromatic, intoxicating place
Where life filled my lungs and I prayed with Sages
The balmy Indian breeze chanting our names through the ages
As the years unfolded we were drawn again to connect
The beautiful face and I overjoyed once more to have met
We weaved our lives together, and slowly I was called to love
As we talked and sang, held hands and played, watched on from high above
I believed in all the face promised, and all I imagined lay beneath
And then I glimpsed his heart, scorched and shattered, encased in shrouds of grief
I blew my deepest breaths of love around the walls he had erected
My heart could never reach his heart and I continued to be rejected
And then one day he ran far far far from me
From all I believed we were from all we could ever be
Tea shirt, toothbrush and still small shattered heart were all he took as he ran
Gasping for his freedom, this beautiful, complex, callow, confused man
He tore the edges of my heart, while his was locked away
I wonder if the love I gave will reach his heart one day
I wonder if he will ever stop running, long enough to see
Love is what our life's about, it's who we came to be
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India