The dew on the window
itself cleared,
wishing that they neared,
The birds outside stopped to sing
and wind to make trees swing.

Their eyes met a moment or two,
while the wind carried his kiss to her,
and as she turned to the mirror behind,
she thought she looked beautiful….
***

She stood by the lake,
waiting for him to come -
waited through the falling flakes
until her fingers fell numb.

And then he came,
to warm her with his hug
and on the horseback carried his dame
her head in his shoulders dug.

And she was greeted by her father at home,
He said she looked beautiful…

At night when the lights were dim,
came a knock on her door,
& zoom she ran; knowing it was him,
whose name her heart bore.

A good night kiss they kissed for long,
their hearts dancing to their love’s song
but now she had to hurry back
before someone could spot through the black.

And as she ran her sister held her close,
mumuring, ‘sister, you look beautiful!’

But deep inside she knew
It was not God’s art or people’s view
but his kiss, his hug and his love’s pull
that they said she looked beautiful.