Sunday, September 16, 2012

You are not beautiful



You are not beautiful

You are not beautiful in how your hands, rough as sandpaper
Turn to richest cotton as they meet mine.

You are not beautiful in how your smile breaks through the saddest of days
And lights up your eyes as much as it lights up my life.

You are not beautiful in how, even in the crudest of actions
You are the living embodiment of grace, demure and pristine

You are not beautiful in how, after a day of hard labor,
you smell of freshwater streams and reinvigorate my senses.

You are not beautiful in how, when I hold your hand in a crowd
My face, beaming with pride, holds itself above all others.

You are not beautiful in how, when my lips touch yours,
your soft, comforting touch  warms me to my very core.

You are not beautiful in how, by being no more than yourself
you drive me to be more than I could dream of.

It is your strength, your courage, your faith
That helps me find my own
That helps me stand when my legs wouldn’t stop shaking
That helps me work, fight, persevere
To make this world a little better every day.
For you, for me, for us.

In that strength, my love, you are truly beautiful.