You called me beautiful;

I wondered what you saw –

Am I beautiful because you remember what I was,

Or do you know what’s deep inside?

I have known you for so many years

And never once

Did you speak harsh words

Or make me feel small

You’re a giant in my eyes –

And you always did know how to

Capture a pick-me-up

With a single word or touch.

We often don’t need to speak –

Just the knowledge that we

Think the world of each other

Is enough.

You called me beautiful –

Not too many have managed

To make me believe it…

But you did.

© M.R.P. 2015

Published by mezruth

I enjoy personal writing (poetry and prose), editing and reading. I want to share my writing with a new audience, dusting off some of my older poems as well as writing new material. The aim is to encourage and inspire!

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