Two Worlds

We live in two worlds,
she and I.

In my world,
she is beautiful.

In her world,
she is not.

It is one of the rarest of rare moments
when I am certain
of my world and its truth.

About this poem.

A love poem, of course. I adore my wife. I have never understood why so many women do not see their own beauty, or trust the loving eyes of their lovers. I know the psychology of course. I read the articles.

But that doesn’t mean I understand.

Tom