Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian

My Friend

You see a broken, beaten soul-
A wretch, a shrew, a face so cold.
I see a shine, a heart divine,
A belle no eye could e'er behold.

You see your faults and grow their weight,
A sin so small still seals your fate.
I see so pure your soul demure
That only Goodness could create.

You see the eyes of dull and black-
A soulless pair where beauties lack.
I see abound, a lovely brown
That shimmers bright and shines intact.

You see a pallid skin at hand,
An ashy waste of white and wan.
I see so much a goddess touch
That melts away the heart of man.

You see a frame that children have
Deserving every chide and gaff.
I see on her such lovely curves
That tempt my fantasies and laugh.

You see a mane untamed and say,
"Disgust! Lord, come and take away!"
I see it move - the stream so smooth-
The stream of hair not so a fray.

You see a jaw of average sort,
Just teeth and lips and nothing more.
I see the best and nothing less
Than beauty now forevermore.

You see inside the mirror lens
A plainness there that never ends.
I see always, in every day,
My faith, my hope, my joy, my friend.