You Are So Beautiful by Vicente Reyes

You Are So Beautiful

In the tenderness of night I meet you.

I come to you with words of admiration,

and this is only natural whenever I come to you,

for your beauty is delightful.

It was your face that drew my eye

as surely as you would have in a painting

had I seen you anywhere, like in a busy gallery.

Your eyes are like twin stars,

and they draw me like the stars above also draw me,

enticing with their clear crystal magic.

There is kindness in your eyes.

They are wonderfully shaped, gracefully spaced apart,

leaving room for many kisses from a man between them.

Oh and around them.

From this one painting I would imagine the woman.

I could so easily picture you moving,

not even aware of your own beauty.

My poetic soul devours the sight of you

like my kisses also your silky perfumed skin.

I imagine as I look at you my eyes are windows for angels

to view your feminine figure from every angle,

you wearing a rainbow of outfits

like the trees of autumn wear their leaves

until they shed them across the floor of the woods,

or until the winds of change disrobe them gently at first,

then with a greater force that makes their branches sigh in surrender.

Your smile is more subtle than that of the Mona Lisa.

The name means smooth doll,

and you appear to me as one very smooth skinned doll.

In a vision of delight I play with this doll,

making her laugh and watching her move

in a motion that is like music to the eyes of a man.

If I were an artist I would see your lovely face,

but I could gather from the hint in the shape of your face

what your divinely formed body must look like.

I am enticed by the wonder of you.

I see you with the eyes of an explorer.

Just like he who gazes on hills he would climb,

I look at you with a desire to explore your peaks and valleys

and drink of your rivers as if your waters were the nectar of the gods.

Your hair is so wild and free, yet so silky looking

that my fingers can almost feel the sweet sensation of caressing you.

A man can make so many shapes around your delicate face

with that soft hair of yours.

Your eyes, so beautiful yet also tinted with sadness,

these can be made to smile and laugh by just the right touch.

I tell you that you are a mystery I want to unravel

like one does a chocolate candy.

This is done slowly, and with many kisses.

The outer wrapper is but what the world sees.

Once beneath it one finds a firm sweetness.

If one warms this layer with sweet nibbles then it melts,

like they say of a certain candy, in your mouth.

Yes, melts in your mouth.

If one devours the melted sugar then one finds an even sweeter center,

then if one does it again the center is made new, and like life itself,

can be full of pleasant surprises time and time again.

The sight of you always makes me want to know you better

than one can know any candy.

I daily seek to reach you with my words and you respond

like only a woman like you can respond.

How does one measure such beauty as yours?

You are robed in the veil of the night, in dark mystery.

Your skin looks almost pale by contrast,

so you look like the day when dressed by the night.

Your eyes of morning I want to again unveil,

I want to come to know each day when night has passed

like one removes a blanket to rise

when the joy of day has come.

Even in the cold of winter there comes a ray of sun,

and this ray I give you today is my admiration for you.

You are so beautiful.

There is so much more I could say and want to say.

I must take your hands and kiss them,

I shall fall to my knees and kiss your feet

to awaken something new from the very root of your being.

I want to plant kisses at your feet

and devour more kisses as they flower from your tender hands

to be plucked by my lips.

You are no ordinary beauty,

and no ordinary kisses can touch the woman that you are.

I find the diamond of inspiration as I drink your presence

moment by moment.

This is a treasure I leave within you,

like one does a gift.

I want to light a special fire within the diamond,

and ignite it into a flame that shall burn within

long after our time this moment now,

as the inevitable flow of hours turns even this into a memory.

Let me visit the future and make a memory to share with you.

Perhaps this is the secret of the life I sought to share with you,

and so keep it as a gift of love from me to you.

Vicente Reyes

December 8, 2005

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