A love poem. It is probably best read outloud. -2nd November 2012.

You still smile.

Your eyes of teal blue
grace me like tall grass.
The golden leaf can always
be found in your comfort.
I am not the loving kind
yet you have stolen me.
Yes I am full of cracks;
But somehow you see
the light shining through.
Somehow you still smile.

Your hair of silken strands
over by the fluttering pond.
The devils feather likes to
hide when you have my hand.
I am not the caring kind
yet you have changed me.
Yes I do seem rather black;
But somehow you treasure
the colour in my heart.
Somehow you still smile.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-11-02 at 23:13

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
The beauty of unconditional love, described so eloquently with delicate metaphor, touching so gently upon the heart of the reader. Just lovely! I sigh.

These images are delightful.

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
My favorite part of this was the first 2 lines - the idea of eyes gracing you like tall grass, simply beautiful.... we always see those we love (truly love) in the best light possible, and ourselves in the worst light possible (in my book, anyway...) so it isn't any wonder the subject still smiles - how could they not? ~ a beautiful write.

Mirlinda K.
i fall in love with your poems.
great jo

Very nice, Great job

Lovely and well written poem.

Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written
and a joy to read
Thanks for sharing

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written, John


Morning Star
Beautiful descriptions John,
and a wonderful expression of the heart.

Very touching poem.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!

Elle x