Everything Lovable

From a Masculine to a Feminine, or
from a Spirit Self to a physical self

The way you walk,
The way you talk,
The way you look
And smile at me.

The way you turn
Your pretty head
And shake your curls
That bounce softly.

The way you’re mad,
The way you’re sad,
The way you look
When you’re upset.

The way you glow,
The way you speak,
The way you laugh,
And the way you blink.

Your hands, your shoulders,
Legs and all;
Your voice and words,
Your funny notes.

Your love for life,
And life in you;
Your beauty
That is always new.

You are a dream,
You are a gift,
You’re all I ever
Could imagine.

But you are more
Than I can say
And try to hide,
Or dare to manage.

June 16, 2012

P.S. Since it is a gift, I dare not to edit it.
It is a sonnet but not within a poetry frame.
It is a language but outside of the rules.
It is a song of the heart in the light of love,
and I simply allowed it to be in word form,
with gratitude and appreciation, humbled,
and happy that I was able to catch it - it was so fast!