Zywa My beautiful for you

Still after all the years
the mystery
which I love most -
you

I am often amazed
at your image of me
which you mirror to me
your story to my thoughts

words and deeds, my promise
to you, my more and less
beautiful for you -
beautiful for you

by the question in your eyes
which desire my love
and call my name
Where are you?

Poem 1586
Amsterdam, 2017-10-29

Collection: Without reserve 
Keyword: Love: Give To Be 
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