Someday

I wanted to see you today,

to appease my weakness for your smile.

But I stood enchanted, at the gate,

careful that my toes did not trespass in your garden.

Perhaps I will find you someday,

when you are able to be found

I shall admire you up close;

when the sun shines upon the silken wave in your hair,

as if an auburn pencil had traced a butterfly's wing.

You are all graces in one woman,

with lucid eyes that erase me,

magnetic words that displace me,

and an honest heart that impels me.

Do you not know?

I am astonished by your loveliness.

I would be a fool not to tell you so.