Her eyes are radiant.
\nHow careful the hand that painted her!
\nAn artist in love.
\nWas she silent when he added light?
\nWhen the room held the fragrance
\nof her bouquet,
\nand he put the luster of life inside her?<\/p>\n
Did she smile when he said,
\nhow beautiful you are!?
\nWhen the words tumbled out
\nas he added color to her hair.
\nAs the complexity of her heart
\nbecame clear to him,
\nand for a moment he was her lover.<\/p>\n
Did she know how her face
\nunfolded itself in his hand?
\nHow the brush was a touch of love
\non her cheek?
\nHow it danced in the highlights
\nof her lips?<\/p>\n
Her name, dear artist,
\nwhere did you put her name?
\nHidden in the folds of her dress?
\nDisguised in a curl,
\nthe design of a button,
\nso you would never forget,
\nor later,
\nwhen it would be too late to ask,
\nthe secret would be there.<\/p>\n
When she would smile at us,
\nand her eyes dissolve in sweetness,
\nand we ask,
\nwhat beautiful girl
\nis your dear name?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Her eyes are radiant. How careful the hand that painted her! An artist in love. Was she silent when he added light? When the room…<\/p>\n