an ode

an ode

 

 


you meet a girl: shy, unassuming
if you tell her she's beautiful
she'll think you're sweet
but she won't believe you
she knows that beauty lies in your beholding
and sometimes that's enough

but there's a better way
you show her she is beautiful
you make mirrors of your eyes
prayers of your hands against her body
it is hard, very hard
but when she truly believes you...

suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes
she transforms.
she isn't seen as beautiful
she is beautiful, seen.



patrick rothfuss - the name of the wind

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these beautiful dresses
were made-to-measure for me
by my talented friend

her custom designs 
recite the love story
of her hand and heart

do take a sojourn…

4 comments:

  1. . . .

    a profound heart beat , a silent smile with gradually glistening eyes

    I feel so. . . i dont know. . .'touched' might be . . .

    You beautify them in your own special way.
    Thankyou for this feeling!

    Lots of Love.


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  2. how beautiful your thoughts are! and how approporiate the words!

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    1. i'm glad this brought on a smile.
      a little gift for you, a kind thank you, for these truly beautiful dresses.
      i love them very very much.

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  3. you are always always welcomed!! :)

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -