Tapestry
A TAPESTRY
By Rich Reith
Her beauty is a tapestry
Of soft and gentle hues.
Colors of tender emotions
In dreams of greens and blues.
Her beauty is a tapestry
That time can never mar.
Vivid yellows of her spirit
Bright as evening stars.
Her beauty is a tapestry
Like nature, pure, pristine.
Her scent like the red red roses,
Lips sweet as tangerine
Her beauty is the tapestry
Hung upon my senses.
Her need and loving desire,
Truth, without pretenses.
As years rolled by, the mirror
Hid her beauty from her.
Made her spirits wondrous colors,
In her eyes, to run and blur
If she could see the tapestry,
The beauty in her soul,
The colors of our shared loving,
She'd love that woman, whole.
Her lover knows the tapestry.
Power of skin and taste.
The beauty of soul and spirit
Passing years can ne'er erase.
©Copyright November 26, 2008 by Richard W. Reith
By Rich Reith
Her beauty is a tapestry
Of soft and gentle hues.
Colors of tender emotions
In dreams of greens and blues.
Her beauty is a tapestry
That time can never mar.
Vivid yellows of her spirit
Bright as evening stars.
Her beauty is a tapestry
Like nature, pure, pristine.
Her scent like the red red roses,
Lips sweet as tangerine
Her beauty is the tapestry
Hung upon my senses.
Her need and loving desire,
Truth, without pretenses.
As years rolled by, the mirror
Hid her beauty from her.
Made her spirits wondrous colors,
In her eyes, to run and blur
If she could see the tapestry,
The beauty in her soul,
The colors of our shared loving,
She'd love that woman, whole.
Her lover knows the tapestry.
Power of skin and taste.
The beauty of soul and spirit
Passing years can ne'er erase.
©Copyright November 26, 2008 by Richard W. Reith
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