And He Called Me "Beautiful"

And He Called Me "Beautiful"

A Poem by Anastasia Purvis

As one door closes, another opens

Every day she’d grown so tired

Of the things that life had thrown at her

And of the sadness she’d endured


It may be true that she’d gotten stronger

But she doesn’t want to HAVE to be

All she wants is to be caressed by

The man who loves her and stop this


And he called me beautiful

He called me beautiful

There he was standing in front her

She’d seen him many times before

But there was something different

About him this time that allured her


He grabbed her and hugged her as if

He hadn’t seen her in a million years

And something in her changed

In that moment her pain went away


Then he kissed her, deep and sweet

She could feel it in her toes

Her heart skipped a beat as he stood

And lifted her face in his hands


And she had never felt this way before

Unfamiliar territory to tread

As she looked into his eyes, butterflies

Love like a roaring fire spread


© 2017 Anastasia Purvis

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Added on March 4, 2017
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Anastasia Purvis
Anastasia Purvis

Cincinnati *The Queen City*, OH

Altruistic Enigmatic Polymath | Writer, Vegetarian, Musician, EMT. I'm an Artist. I paint pictures of the verbal kind. ♕ The Queen City ♛ more..