To Beautiful Poem by Lubov Treyal

You are to beautiful
I must leave you now.
I turn towards the door.
Twist the knob slowly and walk out.
Shutting the door behind me.
I stop. Lower my head. Spin around.
I stare at the door. At the black metal, dented, battered up door.
Knowing that there is a beautiful woman right on the other side, wondering why I just walked out.
It's your beauty I keep repeating myself. It's your beauty my Love.
I place my hand on the cold, hard, dark door.
Only to feel your warm, soft, bright face.
As I wonder to myself.
How can this be?
I look up and question myself, as I stand before you.
Why can't I leave?
It's your beauty, I recollect.
It's your beauty that has me coming back.
I have to leave. I think to myself.
I have to go.
I need you.
I cannot stay with you.
I want you.
I must walk out that door.
I so desperately need to have you.
I HAVE to walk out that damn door.
I raised my head.
Look into your deep brown eyes.
Follow your dark silky hair down your body as it hits every curve.
I can feel my eyes widen with excitement.
Oh so beautiful that soul.
I MUST leave. I MUST.
I will stay.
You are to beautiful for me.