Are you, who I call beauty, still there? <br />Still standing outside the door, your hand on the wall, <br />Waiting for me while I waited for you? <br />Sitting down, I admit, not pacing the room <br />With frantic thoughts of you propelling my feet. <br />Eyes on paper, I admit, not on the ceiling <br />Reminiscing of your lovely qualities which <br />Had guided my eyes before. <br />Heart sitting still, I admit, not pushing through my shirt <br />Leaving me short of breath and strength. <br />But do you still think of me, as I had thought of you? <br />Think of me as coming to that door, <br />Not long to be shut, but to be opened. <br />You who I call beauty, think of me, <br />As I had thought of you.<br /><br />Rylan Ollivier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-beauty-held/
