Dedicated to my wonderful husband who has endured so much with, for, and beside me through all trials, tribulations, and odd situations. He is the LOVE of my life and has always been; perhaps this brief attempt at a poem will explain just how much he does mean, and how he can see "behind the mask" and accepts me for who I AM. I LOVE YOU MY DEAR!
Ctrygirl 1/09
Not only to the Soul
Through YOUR eyes I see so much,
Such trying, such love and a PERFECT human touch,
Yes, all that is in your look,
Believe it or not, never or tomorrow, but I can read you like a book.
There’s too much invested so deeply there
We’re talking my heart, my mind, my body and soul here.
Nothing to your eyes has ever compared,
Ever, no matter how hard I dared.
That TRUE love and compassion will never ever be found in another,
For your eyes have spoken to me, and in my heart ALWAYS hovered.
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I see it my dear, I really really do,
But know that I don’t know WHY it’s coming from you.
WHY and HOW and HOW LONG can you show this deep-seated love?
Or are you destined to me from above?
I look into the windows quite often, even when they are closed
I watch them when open, and watch them when you doze.
They fascinate me to see my own reflection there,
And wonder, just why does he DARE
To love someone like me, someone quite flawed you see
Who evidently can’t show him how deeply HE is loved by ME!!
It’s as if I feel a PART of him, a limb just not permanently attached,
But tethered together, and if you ask me we perfectly match.
But HIS opinion, oh it means so much
And deeply my heartstrings they touch.
And go for the windows….
The windows as they are lifted of the blinds,
The windows that show what all is behind.
Does he look as deeply into mine? I can’t help but wonder,
And if he does, does he see things asunder…
Does he read the mental notes upon the floor,
Does he open that ever-closed door?
These eyes have seen things,
They have known things are there
When others were oblivious to the presences everywhere.
Never a word was spoken between
My precious love when he also has seen,
The obvious glazing or intense stare,
When I look to things others say aren’t there.
They have envisioned the past with the touch of a finger,
And closed softly so the memory of it could linger.
They’ve seen sorrow, misery, and pain,
But they’ve also see happiness, love, and gain.
They have looked down and then upward toward heaven for answers,
But curiosity inside them grows, education like a cancer,
Eating slowly at the mind behind these eyes,
For they have seen things past and present die.
Sadness fills the empty black space within, deeply embedded
Forever to it they seem wedded.
The mask doesn’t hide the eyes, don’t you find that absurd,
For everything can be SEEN but not heard,
Therefore what is the point of the mask?
If it doesn’t hide the whole point of it’s task???
But he knows, if he looks as deep as I hope
Then he too will see how hard it is to cope.
He sees my efforts; he’ll see my love so intensely deep,
And know that I am the woman he wants to keep….
In spite of the things he seems to endure,
Things to me that must be obscure,
For oh I try so hard to be the best wife I can be,
To the man that has always been a part of me.
Just look in the windows and you will see…
But be prepared;
For if you dare,
You may not see the things my love can detect,
Instead you may encounter MANY defects.
But know that his love sustains me and encompasses me so,
That nothing can penetrate or alter the LOVE that I know.
So many don’t have such a resource or intense love
So therefore I MUST believe he is sent from ABOVE.
And for that I’m eternally grateful and blessed,
For without him I’d surely be feeling much less,
Than a person who deserves love and care,
But the Lord sent me an angel with which to share.
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