When I Look At You

When I look at you,
see your smiling face,
your beauty and your grace
in photograph upon photograph

reason tells me that you are only pretty,
but my heart sings another song;
one that captures laughter,
that catches the sparkle of the eye,

that looks romantically at a starry night,
that catches some serenity
at the gleaming firelight
and it becomes a thing

that goes to my centre core,
bringing both joy and pain
and the realization
that you make love real to me.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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