Beauty

I sit here alone and quiet, listening to the sound of the leaves being slowly ruffled by the breeze, the sunset in the distance shone a mystic glow across the sky of a golden yellow and orange and red. i thought 'what a beautiful sight, i wish i could show such a woman as beautiful as this sky what she looks like in my eyes' but my eyes saw no beautiful woman anymore.
I think back to the long hard days spent working at the mill, my hands swollen and dirty from lifting heavy chains that carry away long logs of wood that would one day warm the heart of my home, the beauty of my soul cooking up my dreadful dinner that always tasted watery and of cabbage but i would smile as she would rush to my side and welcome me home with a kiss, taking my bag to pack the next days lunch. many times i have thought that a beauty like this did not deserve such a worn soul like mine.
The days grew longer as the winter drew colder and now as i work my long hours carrying log after log hoping and praying that god would bless me with a gift to give my beauty who awaits at home so patiently, but each day i walk home empty handed, not a flower nor its petal to be given to the beauty that everyday i regretfully leave at home.

Every morning i remember the time i woke with a sweat as i saw my beauty's head was wet, wet with tears and screams un-erupted, i screeched her name so loud, my stomach churning. 
my beauty was gone, she battled in silence for she wanted my dinner brought to me in kindness. i would worry they say, i would cry they say and she could not handle the thought that her pain would lead me astray.
so alone she died because of the winter that came.

but...
The beautiful child she left, holds her bright blue eyes, and her slightly pale skin, and her thick long black hair. so perfect and so true to your soul that i named her after the beauty i once met, held and cared.
At last i knew that gods gift was to me, and his gift was you.