You’re beautiful.
There’s no escaping it.
Your eyes wide,
trying to see all time
in a glance.
Your nose,
delicate and perfect,
drawing in each breath
with graceful rhythm.
Your lips,
soft as they could be;
warm,
and forming words
of truth and poignancy.
My eyes,
my heart,
my soul;
uplift upon your presence.
The world springs into vibrancy
when you speak,
or laugh,
or sing.
Time is our only enemy.
Beneath that striking countenance;
high cheekbones
and smooth brow
of your ultimate visage.
You’re beautiful,
but we all go
with the Boatman.
Your youthful skin,
will wax,
and wane,
and slack.
After we are gone,
only the beauty of our bones
will tell the tale
of who we were.
So, beauty starts
with good bone structure,
and once our shining days are done
and we reach the edge
of this ephemeral sea,
we leave our beauty behind.
Death masks,
worn for the ride.
You’re beautiful.
You will always be beautiful,
in this world,
or the next.
Wearing this mask,
or another.
You have great bone structure.
HG – 2019