© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
You tell me it won’t matter that I’m past the bloom of youth,
that beauty of the flesh is less remarkable than truth,
and all my years of living bring a wisdom hard to find;
the proof of love’s not in the face, but centered in the mind.
Your words a certain comfort bring but still I’m in suspense
’til I can truly know if what I bring is recompense
for that which I no longer am, and nevermore shall be:
a woman wrapped in winsome charms of girlish mystery.
And all the good intentions of a heart prepared to love
are no one’s guarantee that what it finds will be enough.
All my inner beauty, all my honesty, my wit
may not ignite the spark from which undying passion’s lit.
But hopeful still, I clasp your words close to my pounding heart,
prepared to show you everything I carry from the start.
Do grant forgiveness if I tremble as I search your eyes
for evidence of disenchanted dreams you can’t disguise.
© 2012 RC deWinter
Digital oils from an original photograph shot from my balcony
in Middletown, Connecticut, May 1, 2012.
Tech specs: Photoshop 7, virtualPhotographer, a partial layer
of Akvis Oils over a layer of VP5 Gothic Oils