Portrait of Freya

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To Gaze Until We See You_A Portrait of Freya-POEM

To Gaze Until We See You: A Portrait of Freya

After the lover, who may gaze with grace,
The portrait painter is the one who gazes
With most complete attention on your face,
And draws you out of all this world’s strange mazes.
You watch him as he woos you into being,
Your tender soul is summoned by the brush,
And by the gentle way he has of seeing
The young girl in the woman make her wish.

And so his brush descends and re-ascends,
Softens with depth, and mirrors your descent
And re-ascent, as Love himself descends
To mend all broken beauty. You assent
To life’s long summons, gracefully consent
To gaze, until we see you face to face.

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To Gaze Until We See You_A Portrait of Freya-POEM

Portrait of Freya

To Gaze Until We See You: A Portrait of Freya After the lover, who may gaze with grace, The portrait painter is the one who gazes With most complete attention on your face, And draws you out of all this world’s strange mazes. You watch him as he woos you into being, Your tender soul is summoned by the brush, And by the gentle way he has of seeing The young girl in the woman make her wish. And so his brush descends and re-ascends, Softens with depth, and mirrors your descent And re-ascent, as Love himself descends To mend all broken beauty. You assent To life’s long summons, gracefully consent To gaze, until we see you face to face.