Secret Love
I do not expect you to understand
how every move you make,
even the simplest action,
sings to me, how
my eyes follow the curve of your body
in anticipation and memory,
an intoxicating recipe ripe
with secrets and whispers,
the lightest touch
crackling with energy
so bright everyone in the room,
save you,
sees it.
About this poem
One of the thing that continually surprises me is how few women realize that the men in their lives follow their every move with eyes of love, or realize how few of the wrinkles or perceived extra pounds we don’t even see. How in our eyes, the women we love don’t age, and are eternally intoxicating. Others see it, but the ones we love the most, so often, don’t.
Obviously we men are doing something wrong.
The picture was taken at The Wilson House in Hebron, New York.
Tom
Quarry House 
I used to feel that way about Liebfermiloh
I loved the way you described about the poem and it is true. When we love someone truly, we see their inner soul instead of their outer body. Thanks 🙂
If you see the soul and not the body, thats a blessing for the women you love.
Such a beautiful poem! Thanks.
This one gave me goosebumps 🙂
Oh my! Goosebumps are good, right?
Yes! Very good…..
Wow, is this really true? That’s what women want, to be loved like that. How can we miss it? BTW, your about this poem section adds so much to your poems – pure poetry itself.
Hi Chris – I think it’s more true, with more men than most women realize. We’re just not so great at saying it. And often I think, even when we do, it’s brushed off, and not seen as deep as it actually is. Sad really. But too true, too often.