We Were Beautiful

The complication of those earrings
the texture of the paint around your eyes
the sun's highlights in your hair

The redness of those parting lips
such belief in everything we said
the pristine shape of your nose

Lying on the roof
your head close to my heart
summer blushing the sky
weren't we beautiful
weren't we beautiful then

Nothing to fret about
just prolong the passing day
swaying through the city
weren't we beautiful there

The precision of our jaw-lines
the optimism in our hearts
skidding through that midnight snowfall
spelling out each other's names
as I caught you in my arms

We were so alive
so in love
so beautiful
at that moment in our lives...

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Don Matthews

Wed 21st Aug 2019 00:21

I too loved the poem Tom. I like Jason's view that we're still beautiful but in a more weathered way. Jason - you are even poetic in your comments ' time takes great pleasure in drawing on your face'. I'll have to lift my game.....

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 20th Aug 2019 19:30

I can look back at a time when this applied to the youthful, "Us."
But though the years pass and time takes great pleasure in drawing on your face, I think we're still as beautiful now, just in a different more weathered way. Love the poem.

J. x

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