Beauty of Heart

What matter beauty of the face
When beauty of the heart is not present?
Paint not a portrait of a lovely model,
Rather paint portrait of a model heart.
Where skin may be found soft,
Gentler still to the touch is the heart.
Where eyes fail their boundaries in scope
The heart feels in full measure.
Can the beating of my heart
Fill your ears with its echo,
And warm your body with its touch?
For surely my heart feels you here,
As the breeze touching my skin
And the blanket caressing my cheek.
Feeling you near me, in my heart,
And I feel not wanting.
I am not without joy.
Short of your presence,
Your tenderness and warmth,
Thought of you causes me to smile
Without imagining a finer minute, under which
I pass the day with you gone.
Come back to feel a heart beat strong,
With sincerity, against your own.
Find the stars and sky your companion,
Then end your journey in my arms.