PURE

PURE

There is something in those eyes which devours me whole,

I suppose the saying is true, the eyes are the gateway to your soul,

I am lost in the lush meadows of green,

The likes of which I’ve never before seen,

Your beauty is so very taunting,

I fear the task of reaching you is ever so daunting,

Yet here I am dreaming of tenderly touching your face,

Such alluring artistry that could only be created by God’s grace,

You’re a fascination that perplexes me,

Far from generic, you’re a lovely vision that I see,

Pure is the meaning behind your name,

Pure as the winsomeness of you, just the same,

You remain this mystery in my mind,

Such pulchritude is a rarity to find,

Justice is not served,

Not by my words,

It would take a far greater poet than I,

To explain my enthrallment with you and the reasons why,

I want to know you, in me your story you can confide,

For I believe it reveals a far greater beauty on the inside.

-brad