I.
"Beautiful." Your voice
carefully etches itself
in my consciousness
like tree branches by moonlight
like lightning against a storm.

II.
"Beautiful." The word
fills me with awe and stops me,
cleans my mind of thought,
like the hushed strength of the wind
like the lake curled broken tree.

III.
"Beautiful." Your face
a study of contentment
your gaze satisfied
like parched earth after rainfall
like the sun before twilight.

IV.
"Beautiful." Your hands
in their correct place: in mine
intertwined with you
like mountains and the skyline
like beauty, truth, and your eyes.