Ask me to describe her...
My hands make vague gestures in the air
How can I show the beauty of my beloved,
As I feel her... not simply her lines or curves,
But the warmth of love radiating from her?
I stammer, as words try to outline
The form of her heart which shapes me,
Filling me with love with each breath I take.
I cannot do it...
But, I know her beauty most intimately,
Even though I cannot describe her to others,
Yet, she knows my heart, my words,
The motions of my hands, the gaze of my eyes,
And my encompassing belief in her love and beauty,
Which I cannot describe.
Donovan Baldwin
