The Face

As I move my head back
just a few inches
Towards the open door
I see her face again
Before I continue
Down the hallway
Into the awaiting day.
And for an instant
One magnificent instant
There is pure joy
Dancing in her eyes
Pirouetting along the curvatures
of her tender smile
That powers the morning
Drive and strips away the mundane
Work and ordinary tasks
So that when the evening sun returns
Painting the horizon
With hints of lavender
And laughter
The closed door opens
And I find myself again
in the overwhelming presence
Of the face of love

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