It Grows

I look into her eyes and she reminds me that things can be so beautiful

Even if then they can be just so ugly

And I mean so ugly

Or I hold her hands

And I can feel the power to move mountains,

The capacity to love,

And powers greater than I have

She smiles, and the white she emits is so resplendent

That I know all things are good

Her face is a taste of all things that are beautiful

And her voice is a lullaby

That puts monsters to eternal rest in their closets

We kiss,

I know

Our auras,

They glow

Our hearts, our love,

They grow

© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke