Behold

Like morning's first light,
like the stars in the night
my love is a sight
to behold.

Like the heat of the sun,
like the rivers that run
My love is the one
I behold.

Like a delicate wine,
like crystal so fine
I'm glad you are mine
to behold.

Like your smile of delight,
like you looked in bridal white
you still are my sight
to behold.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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