Watching you, watching me
Wondering just what you see

Is it the darkness of the eyes
That fascinate 
Or that they see past the flesh 
To the man inside

Or the plump bottom lip I often bite
That always seems to draw your eye
And make passion smolder
With a slow smile

Is it the pointed ears 
You laughingly call elfish 
But perfectly fitting  
For one well under 5ft

You look at me with soft eyes
That see beneath the outside 
To the compassion and loyalty within 

You say I am most beautiful in the morning
When hip length hair has tangled 
And bound us like silken threads
And the sun brings out  reddish tints to coal dark eyes

You tuck a tendril behind a pointed ear 
And look at me as if I were Venus
Or Lilith depending on the mood

And I wonder what I did to deserve you
As  I watch you, watching me
As if you were seeing me anew
And all the beauty 
That is hidden from all but you.


by Amanda Burns
© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved