Eye Of The Beholder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
a simple truth lies in the words.
I understand them more completely
as I gaze upon your form.

I stand quietly in the doorway
a watcher only, silent, barely breathing,
taking in the scene before me
like a movie playing before my eyes.

You sit at your make up table.
The only light comes from your lamp
and the flickering candles that abound
in this, your sanctuary from the world.

I anticipate what will happen next
as I am overwhelmed by awe.
A magical transformation for me,
the lone member of the audience.

Carefully you cover your face
with a powder that beautifully conceals.
The foundation upon which you build,
this illusion that has become an art.

You adorn your eyelids skillfully
with colors that shimmer and shine,
and on your cheeks you brush
a rose colored hue that slightly glitters.

As you look in the mirror you see me
and you smile and wink an eye.
The lipstick dances across your mouth
and I can't help but smile back.

Finished with your work you stand
and turn around for me to see,
the fruit of your all your labor,
the transformation now complete.

My eyes take in the magic moment,
but my mind can hardly conceive.
The image of the man you were before
replaced with the woman you are now.

Passionately I embrace you
and place a kiss upon your lips.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
this truth I understand completely.