I saw her across the room
A
vision of beauty to the beholder
I
was struck, instantly
By
her loveliness, by her elegance
The
way she held herself
I
was spellbound by the image
I
was physically altered by her
Was
this love at first sight?
Or
mere infatuation
She
was really lovely
And
I doubtless felt something
What
I saw was a rare beauty
A
precious thing
Like
a work of art
Treasured
on a gallery wall
A
painting seen from a distance
But
what I felt wasn’t love
Not
from the first sight of her
Desire
yes, feelings of passion also yes
Want
and need certainly
But
real depth of love no
This
comes later, after closer study
Examining
the canvas
Every
nuance, each brushstroke
Form,
colours, composition, perspectives
Seeing
beneath the beautiful façade
To
find beneath the painted layers
To
where true beauty resides
Only
after this patient study
Can
you find true depth of feeling
And
claim to be in love
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