Captured Beauty: Scars

Captured Beauty: Scars

Since that moment, I have sought you
throughout the city, it was nothing
you said or did as a person – no pity.

Yours was a curious balance of
tender beauty and gentle resolve,
like life you seem to have this
puzzle solved.

The quiet presence who filled the
room with goodness overflowing,
paused not in what you were doing
as my fascination for you was growing.

Soft brown eyes did played under amber
hues, took me by surprise as
did the scar that appeared with the
shift of your shirt; my evening was
starting on a low note just as a jazz
musician draws out the blues.

Dark reminder of a recent battle for
another day endeavors to exist in
this life, I wondered on the fight that
you chose not to ignore, if like the
musician whose notes seem like
organized strife.

Opinion mattered not as this lovely
adventure showed, was life worth the
effort, the fear, the pain; sweet
darling – on choice would you take
survivals journey again.

Was it to repair a childhood anomaly
as doctors said sagely you will grow
out of it, or was it love – which
anchors itself upon, within, even
throughout the heart; is there a
remedy for this of which the mind
and body plays well their part.

Was it a riddle that blooms with
time, as sordid and dangerous as
bad meter and rhyme.

Perhaps what worked for me will work
for you too; taking long as
love worked its way throughout my
very being making me perpetually blue.

I captured love and placed it in a
golden cask, it wasn’t easy, perhaps
looking back it was a monumental
task.

Stealing to a lower deck, I released
the box into the swirling waters below,
for dramas sake or even for show;
my own heart I must protect that’s all
I know.

But mystery beauty, have you too been
stolen from me, will I say the right
things, should we meet again?

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