Through her eyes I am pure beauty as in nature,
Blue as the sky,
Green as the trees,
Red as a rose offering its new blossom for the first time.
I am gold that is so rich and bold,
My colour distinguishes me and everyone
wants to take a piece.
She sees me like pure iron that has been pulled
From the loins of the Earth.
I am strong yet my impurities make me weak:
Only the Master Smith can pound them out.
She sees me like a baby sister whom
She needs to cradle and protect from all
Harm and Danger with a maternal force.
One with who she can share all her
secrets and hold close to her heart always.
She sees me like a lover,
Who will fight to the edge of Doom
for us to stay together.
One who loves whole-heartedly and blindly
Without reward.
An unconditional love that knows no bias or shame,
Which co-exists with time, space and the unknown.
A love that remains immortal even in Death.
She sees me like a picture of pure oil on canvas.
I glisten and give glory and grandeur to
the Artist that created me,
I am abstract and left up to the mercy of
The interpretation of others.
But she knows better than anyone what
my interpretation is and how it must be.
She sees me as so many things and yet
It seems as if she cannot be seen.
I am the mirror who reflects her
Beauty and Strength.
I show up the slightest speck
of integrity and hope.
It is as if I do not see her but only
Through her eyes can she see me.
But she is pure beauty which reflects from
her eyes back into mine.
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Visions of Self: A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems highlights the growing pains of transitioning from teenage years to adulthood. It looks at the challenges of romantic as well as platonic relationships.
