She was so beautiful,
I don’t think that
I told her that
enough.

I was always worried
that she would think me
interested in her
for shallow
surface
reasons
and not her
magnificent
intellect
personality
humor
spirit
and such.

So, I held back
on telling her
how beautiful she was
as much
as I thought it,
and when I did,
it was always with the
qualifier
that true beauty
comes from the inside
and that this is what
she possessed
in such a big way.

It was probably
the right approach.
But if I had it to do
again
if she were still
alive,
I would
stare
into her eyes
every single morning,
and whisper
into her ear
that she was
the most beautiful
woman
I have ever known.
And she was,
she truly
truly
was.