Bonnie Poem by seamus mullins

She walks with head bent
As if careful of her steps
Lest she tread
On even the smallest of God's creatures

Such care she takes with all things
My heart included

She comes close
Her head comes up
She looks with the bluest eyes
That mimic the ocean sky
In the minutes before the storm arises

Graceful hands
That play what they touch
As if a priceless treasure were held
And not my workman's calloused hand

How can a kiss be fire and ice
And yet she brands my cheek
With the faintest of lips' caresses

There is eternity in her embrace
She is god's gift

And the beauty of it all

Is she knows it not.

I love you