She knew. . .
Knew she wasn’t beautiful
let alone the “Most Beautiful Woman in the World”
But she liked the way he still said it
She was pleased he was willing to lie about it
Over many years he taught her about love
More by example than by things said
He would say
“There is nothing more important
than being alive at this very moment”
He was like that
And through ten thousand little acts of caring
Three thousand, four hundred tiny gifts of flower and pebble
Through hundreds of stormy nights
when the wind rattled the shudders. . .
He taught her about Love
and in so doing
taught her a whole new definition of beauty
she is still the most beautiful woman in the whole world
and always shall be. . .