Recuring Beauty

By Ashanti Lopez

Over again, over again, your beauty always recurring.
I never get a chance to think when your presence is always stirring.
Your gently voice so soft as gentle whispers, lips taste of strawberries when I kiss her.
Eyes so warm as the glaring sun, I feel at ease, no thoughts, just different when I’m with her.
No longer myself just a calmer, pleasant me.
I just find her beauty comforting.
To make me feel so calm to think to gaze at the face with the lips that are pink.
To think that I would fall head over heels but to know that my goddess is safe for me to deal.
I stop, I breath, my vision gets blurry.
She is my recurring beauty.

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