I heard about you long before I saw your face <br />I heard about your family, exploits, travel <br />They even said you played soft chords <br />On your guitar on moonless nights <br /> <br />Invited to your home, I expected to see <br />Someone extraordinary <br /> <br />I saw your hands first drawing aside the curtains <br />I saw your eyes then looking at me in silence <br />I saw your smile then and my poems became reality <br />We spoke about cities, countries, humanity <br /> <br />Beloved, don't share these moments with somebody else <br />Beloved, be gentle with my life <br />Beloved, leave me these instants of grace <br />And one day please let me touch your face <br />And say to you: Beloved.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beloved-17/
