She looks beautiful to me…

In her midlife,

Holding on to the big wooden chest of experiences and stories to tell

She looks beautiful to me….

With her bold curves, homely, not sensual

Not with a flat stomach and perky breast, but a soft cushioning comforting touch

She looks beautiful to me…

With her big naked eyes that do not wear a mascara

Her simple Kajol outline stirs storms in my soul

She looks beautiful to me…

With her thin yet plump well-defined lips

She glorifies a simple matt lipstick

She looks beautiful to me…

With her not so slender neck and a very dominant double chin

She often harasses me to confide in her, to assure her fears of being ugly are irrelevant.

With all her fears

She looks beautiful to me…

Her breast now are big and they sag

Her once flat belly now proudly wear signs of lives she has nurtured and birthed

With pallu, she covers herself completely, yet her curves are show well defined

She looks beautiful to me…

Her hands, her slender well-manicured fingers

With the loose skin, the blue puffed up network of veins, the ring that now is loose and secured with multiple layers of cotton tread… all show signs of age

She looks beautiful to me…

Her Flats have now replaced the stilettoes and platforms

Her Prada’s now replaced with sketchers

Sometimes her flats have open cuts in the front letting her well-painted toes peep out

With toes rings adorning her slender worn out toes and anklets chiming with her slow steady pace

She looks beautiful to me….

Her hourglass figure now turned in to pear shape

Her preferred shorts gone, now a comfortable long skirt

With her soft cuddly warm body, ever ready for a comforting bear hug

She looks beautiful to me…

She is the one … I desperately need to get away from

She is the one … I want to come back to

She is the one … who allows me to soar

She is the one … who anchors me to her

With all this and more

She looks beautiful to me and will do so forevermore…