She stands there, gathering dust
On my shelf, smiling at me.
In her red gold and blue
Dress, with black head scarf.
What mystery does she hold,
Inside her delicate body?
As her first layer is revealed,
To me a cascade of colours
Surprises me. Each time she
Showed me something new,
And so different each time.
Until the best and most beautiful
Last piece of her soul, comes
To me in a flush of joy and glory.
Seeing her, so small and fragile
Yet the strength of her spirit.
Began the time of her persona,
Coming back together, each piece of
Her soulful, exquisite, aura
Gave me a precious insight
Of her true self. So small
And precious but, her trust
Is true and honourable. As
Each part of her physique
Held its memory in my mind,
And her uniqueness, her
Charm and beauty, as she smiles
At me, made me feel proud
Of the relationship that we share.
Her trusting smile and love.
For me and l for her, so
Glad shes mine. With
Golden moments to share
With each other, that
Would last the test of time,
If we remained honest and true
To its moment. Special relationships,
Purer than refiners gold, a once in
A life times journey, are not
To be misjudged or tainted,
By outsiders looking in.
So her mystery stays within
Me, and within her, in the joy of
This moment, safe from the world.