luis antonio miguel love poetry romance poems

Three Things

Three things I find strangely beautiful:
A woman in uniform,
A tattoo only my eyes behold,
And smeared eyeliner running down
A lover’s face while she’s weeping
Or on her knees, panting.

Three things captivate me always:
A pair of sad eyes,
A rider of horses,
And a girl with two middle names.

And three things I can’t live without:
A cross to carry,
A hill to die on,
And the sound of your voice
In my ears every morning.