I see the beauty in her eyes
More than she first reveals,
More precious than folks realise,
For that's how my heart feels...
I find that beauty in her voice
That others merely hear,
Such that my heart can still rejoice
Whenever she comes near...
Is beauty borne of fantasy,
Or conjured up by lies?
Through my love, see reality,
In those mystical eyes!
Denis Martindale April 2017.
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