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