" I Want It To Be ALL You "

Sometimes she asks me to help her with her love, of art, and words, and God, and things
But I am surprised she doesn't see how sacred her love is, blessed is beauty she brings
Her blushing appreciation of art, and the divine relationship she has with her spirituality
Is so sweetly impressive that I can't understand, why she would ever ask me
Her words are rare and romantic, they come so trippingly off the tongue
Like the words of a lyricist, flowing so poetically, even before the song is sung
She's the unbelievably gorgeous ending, of the finest romance novel ever written
The one's they make movies from, with such beautiful phrasing it leaves me smitten
I wonder why she doesn't see the things I see in her, I know that it comes from above
Where vanity, jealousy, and evil, do not even play a role, like her, it's always, only love
I don't think she quite see's her own blinding possibilities, and rarity of her heart
She's come this far in life, without recognizing the astonishing beauty that she imparts
So when she comes to me for help on these things
I tell her there is just nothing I can do
Sadly she whispers "Why not?" and I say
I want it to be, ALL you.....

For Cherie

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)