Hardly great!

It was enough,
The way it ended,
Made my day.

Just the moment,
That single look,
That would last a lifetime.

Your dark hair,
Darker than night itself,
Dancing to the tune of the wind.

Between those eyes,
bright as day itself,
I found it glancing at me.

Rising heartbeat,
And shivering fingers,
Brought a smile,
Without me knowing.

If there is hope, rarely one,

I would wait,
For one more look,
And it would be enough.

Name called upon

I didn’t know,
Until you called me mother,
I was your mother.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me sister,
I was your sister.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me love,
I was your love.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me queen,
I was your queen.

I didn’t know,
Until you called me whore,
I was your whore.

It was all,
For you to call,
I later knew,
I had no name.

What beauty maybe?

What is beauty?,
You’ve been asking since dawn.
Have you seen it?
That are seeking it for long.
How did it look?
The beauty, you did ask.

And I tell you,
Beauty, you see it, hear it,
Or touch it, never counts.
To feel it, what matters.

To feel the sun,
Touching my skin,
The waves bathing my feet,
The wind,
That taught me to fly.

None of what beauty may count,
Unless you feel it,
Not by touch,
But by the heart full of love.