Notes to my Beauty

I began writing short romantic snippets for my wife and would leave them in places where only she could find them. Some are allegorical while others literal. When she travels I write such a story for each day she is away. Usually one for morning and one for night. I have posted several of the literal ones here and will post the allegorical ones shortly. Hope these give spouses out there an idea of how to reach one another when apart. Just knowing your Lover is thinking about you constantly makes a world of peace.

1) He Loved Her Form.

They had been married now for 24 years and never did he ever lose his attraction to her. She was simply, and gloriously, his and he was loss for words again. They were window shopping in Newport and she had stopped to look into a store front. He looked at her hair as it danced in the wind coming off the ocean. He drank in the contour of her face and the elegance of her neck. It was her neck which had first attracted him to her. Without even knowing her, a friend had given him a photo of her under a boardwalk taken when she was just 18. That photo was forever wonderfully etched into his memory. He had never seen such a thing of beauty as he beheld in that photo, and it was her neck which stunned him. When he thinks back on it, it does seem silly. There she was under a boardwalk, hands up putting her hair back in a pony tail, and all her silhouette on display, her arched back, her breasts pushed forward, her head tilted back and a little to the side and her elegant neck perfectly framed by the ocean behind. It stirred him, and not just physically, there was something which only later he would learn captivated him. Of course all these thoughts took no more than the time it takes to look at a dress or outfit in a shop window but he was forever getting lost on her beauty. She finished looking and started walking again. She held her hand out beside her and he took it not even having to look because he knew it was there, it was always when they went anywhere together.

2) Beauty & Friends

Wind blew playfully off the reflective Water and ran Its long slender fingers through her dark tresses. Sun, not wanting to be left out, caressed her features with a kaleidoscope of color, accentuating the streaks of wisdom in her glory. For the briefest of moments he was jealous of Water, Wind and Sun and then he smiled. They were their friends and he found comfort in their desire to be a part of Beauty. They knew their parts well, to reflect, dance with and illuminate Her.

3) “The Morning”

He felt its warmth first. Sun had arrived and was gently teasing his eyes. Beauty lay cradled in his arms with Sun radiating her lovely features. Her hair, a wild mass, cascaded over her tranquil face, full of Sun’s light. He lay still, fearing any movement would wake the perfection breathing softly in his arms. Her heat reached to his inner most being and all was well in the world.
“I Love You” his voice choked with emotion, barely more than a breath.
Curling into a small smile it was as if only Beauty’s lips had heard him. He held his breath watching, waiting for his world to begin anew. Sun danced outside their window playfully tickling Beauty’s eyes. It was going to be another Paradisaical day.

4)The Ride

They had been driving for several hours along the shore. Beauty insisted they take her car because she wanted to drive top down. She said it was her “mid life crisis car” (like Beauty could have a mid life crisis), a convertible VW Beetle. He purchased it for her solely because he knew it would make her smile. Oh how he loved her smile! He would conquer the world, climb the highest of heights and transverse the darkest places for her smile. Her smile didn’t scatter the clouds, it made them instantly disappear. When Beauty smiled her eyes danced full of blue fire and snow. Slight, almost imperceivable, crows’ feet highlighted the life in her eyes. Hers’ were the eyes of a life wildly, wonderfully, wisely lived.
It was mid afternoon and Sun shone strongly down on them. Beauty held her hair with one hand while the other held his. He stole glances at Beauty when he thought she wasn’t looking. The rebel wisps of her tresses, mostly the silver ones, were dancing with Wind. Beauty’s sunglasses hid her eyes, but her occasional grin told him he’d been caught, again. Sometimes she knew he was looking and it melted her insides while at the same time giving such confidence and strength. Beauty had learned to rest in his eyes, had learned she was desirable and loved. She’d pretend sometimes not to notice his gazes just so she could bask in his love, and his longings, a little longer. His glances spoke volumes Beauty, revealed to her things she scarcely would have believed of herself. Sometimes Beauty would wonder if he were really real, and then a gentle squeeze of his strong hand would confirm to her that dreams do come true. He was hers and she was his.