Plain as the Nose on His Face
Posted by thefunnygirl on Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I’ve grown accustomed to his face.
He almost makes the day begin.
I’ve grown accustomed to the tune that
He whistles night and noon.
His smiles, his frowns,
His ups, his downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
I’ve grown accustomed to his look;
Accustomed to his voice;
Accustomed to his face.
I don’t think I have a nose fetish. It’s just HIS nose that I notice. After much more thought than anyone should ever give a nose, I’m convinced that although David’s nose is entirely beautiful, its movement represents much more to me than simple olfactory function. It is part of the air system that allows for that glorious voice to take flight. It’s as though the nostrils are the passage that breathes life into this world, the soft and unconscious ebb and flow that sustains us. So ummm…yeah that’s right – his nose is our oxygen.
“So keep breathin’, I said that I’d always be there, now I mean it more than ever before, there’s a future worth fighting for.”
Composition in Blue
Composition in Black, White and Sienna
OHMYHECK David Archuleta I love your nose and I don’t care if you knows!