SCENT OF BEAUTIFUL
By: Tyararr J. Jones
Beckoned by the tune of your beauty and who you are,
My silence of observation and reflection are awakened to a song of peace and joy,
By which you have become the pursuit of my heart.
The object of some of my deepest prayers you have been,
For a time that is as precious as you are to me.
My heart moved by the very thought of you and its desire to be joined with yours in a majestic symphony.
We pass by each day strangers to what could be though inwardly I'm pursuing God for your heart, a treasure undeserved.
You have become a constant whisper of prayer from my lips to the God whom you belong,
The scent of your beauty has become my heart's song.
Each glance from you impresses a smile on my face and heart that I wish not to be removed,
Smitten in silence by a beauty that is not my own,
For now I gaze in wonder upon one of God's priceless creations.
The uncertainty of your response to this pursuit halts my every move,
Frozen in time this love of mine, I long to make it a treasure of thine.
Oh that you might give me a sign to put this longing heart at ease.
Hiding in the shadows of this distant chance,
I dare to be the man you choose to forever with in this life dance.
Forever lost in your glance, marked by your scent of beauty.
