Not Blind To Your Beauty

Not Blind to Your Beauty

For communion such as ours
we have invested many hours,
yet every minute is well spent.
To my soul hope you have lent.

For to find one such perfection,
despite years with no detection,
means such relating can exist.
There are no limits we insist.

For a singular passion I've yearned
yet much had to be real, learned
over years and miles of dating.
An outlook I've been creating
that allows such limitless giving.
You make me feel I am living.

But I am not blind to your beauty!
I feel it is a spiritual duty
to not be swayed by your charm
so that neither of us do harm...
but I am very aware of all of you.
An angel helps me to be true.

True... to long-term issues, goals,
prepared to pay all soulful tolls.
True... to my word on whatever...
so your trust will never sever.

True... to your goals and need,
as only a real friend may heed.
True... to God's own prescriptions,
embodied in sacred inscriptions,
for virtuous, real happiness.
We each deserve no less.

But I am also a man, unafraid,
and I know the bets've been laid.
Now that I know a woman as you,
wonder, and beauty, keep me true.

I do not want any woman at all,
nor to be a man, unless you call.
You are the girl of my dreams...
for whom I do business schemes,
for whom I contemplate mysteries
and reconstruct my own histories.
You are become my Helen of Troy.

For you I am no longer part boy.
A renewed, pervasive seriousness
is my answer to deliriousness.
If real, the treasure is vast...
only a great price will make it last.
I would easier cut off my hand
than take such a moralistic stand
but I feel it is right and just.

For your love I know I must.
For us, I want to give all I may
because my heart cannot play
in any way that might hurt you.
Less than my best I'd always rue!

But I am a man, of the world,
and my desire must be unfurled.
You are gorgeous, as I've said,
but you also have a beautiful bed
that fits your body of a goddess.
Times I've imagined I do confess,
such joy and pleasure dreams,
my love is more than it seems.

Your eyes are forest, and sea,
and in them all I want to be.
Your forehead a marvel, as well,
for of capacity it does so tell.

Your hands, with such agility
show uncommon artistic ability.
Your figure's a testament to women,
such you control why, how, and when.

Your legs are nicer than you think.
As a woman you drive me to a brink.
I want you so much it's painful,
but I would never have you disdainful
so I have been careful and remote.
Don't think I can't be a goat.

But your value is inexpressible,
so my passions are repressible.
As long as I tell of your beauty
as a man I've also done my duty,
so hopefully you have both now.

To our future my self does bow.
Without even asking, I am yours.

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