The Beauty Of It

I suppose the beauty

Of it was

That there was never

A sense of

Owning or possessing,

Or any desire to,

Simply the

Pleasure of enjoying

Her for who

She was and who she

Was unfolding to be.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:05 PM September 26, 2012

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