The Connoisseur
He was a connoisseur of beauty
But not of the usual kind
He saw the beauty within
Which others could not find
When he looked at a woman
He saw the sparkle of her soul
With his sweet knowing smile
Her virtues he did extol
His eyes caressed the beauty
That lay within her heart
With words of affirmation
Painted her as a work of art
He was touched by her beauty
That went beyond her face
In each line of her full body
Exquisite beauty he could trace
The connoisseur was an expert
At making her feel divine
He gently pointed out
Her hidden qualities so fine
When he had tasted her beauty
He lingered over each glass
Savoring her texture and fullness
He rated her as first class
The bottle she had come in
He held onto with a firm grip
Then he set aside the glass
Lifted the bottle to his lip
He licked the very last drop
Inebriated was he by her taste
A connoisseur of real beauty
Not a drop would he waste
And so she poured herself out
To the connoisseur of her soul
She gave him what he desired
For his love had made her whole
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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