A Beautiful Truth

It is bright. A little shabby.
A bit like the town,
immeasurably beautiful.
It sings to your soul
like the perfect woman,

perfect for what she is,
not for the postcard images,
but for what is, a beautiful truth.

About this poem

A poem about Venice. A love poem. Poems are rarely about one thing. A lot like people that way.

The picture was taken in Venice.

Tom