I've seen sunsets
over mountains and seas
that gave
the sky a purple glow
and created
awe in me at God's majesty.
They take my breath away.
I've seen art
that in my mind
defies the
possibility that something so lovely
could come
from human hands.
The perfection,
the vision,
the mystery.
It takes my breath away.
I've heard
music of such symphony
and also of
such meaning,
often soft
and gentle,
sometimes
loud and strong.
And it filled
me with pleasure
and sometimes
made me cry;
it seemed
to me to be the work of angels.
It takes my breath away.
And I've met
people beautiful,
of appearance
and much more,
some have
substance that put the sun's shine to shame.
And some who
look so beautiful,
I wish that
portraits I did paint,
or photographing
professionally was how I earnt my way.
I feel so
blessed to have them in my life.
Many of these people take my breath away.
And now a woman
I have met,
the beauty
she does have,
it seems to
me to leave all of those behind.
When I look
at her
my jaw often
involuntarily loses tension and opens slackly,
leaving me
with the dumb appearance
of one who
has been amazed.
Her smile is
magnificent,
her kisses
soft as satin,
and when her
skin touches mine I almost melt.
When she wraps
her arms around me,
engulfing
me totally,
I could make
a fortune if I could harness the heat inside me.
And even a
master artist,
such as Michaelangelo,
could never,
with a chisel or a brush,
replicate
or reproduce to a level acceptable
the beauty
of the curve
of her form.
Her bosom
is immaculate,
so supple
to the touch,
its bud a
jewel that perfectly adorns.
Beauty can
be judged,
appreciated,
measured,
but is definitely
hard to quantify.
Her beauty
is unquestionable to me,
of that I
have a certainty.
This beauty always takes my breath away.