
Ah, Only You
(My Muse, can create this) Frame of mind
The poem explores the nature of authentic beauty—moving beyond surface attributes (smile, stride, voice) to discover that true radiance emerges from inner contentment, self-realization, and the purposeful sharing of love forged through life's devastations.
Plahm opens with a question he’s carried “always”—why do I find you so beautiful?—then spends the poem answering it in layers. The first layer catalogs observable grace: smile, stride, voice, presence in a crowded room. But “it’s more than that. / Something subtler. / Something deeper.” The anaphoric “When” sequence builds toward revelation: happiness spilling into tears, life resting in quiet contentment, calm blooming self-realized. The pivot to “Then” statements transforms observation into philosophy: “Then life is good. / Then life has found guidance. / Then life is authentic.” The tunnel metaphor—”That light at the end of the tunnel? / That’s where you dwell— / alive, today”—reframes the beloved not as someone seeking light but as someone who is the light. The closing revelation—”Devastation forged you— / from its fire you rose”—adds crucial depth, acknowledging that this radiant state emerged from suffering. The intimate postscript (“I’m with Beth, / There’s an MM somewhere in thar”) grounds cosmic admiration in affectionate particularity.
A tender, layered meditation on what makes someone truly beautiful. The poem’s structure—surface observation deepening into philosophical inquiry—mirrors the act of coming to know another person over time. The anaphoric “When” and “Then” sequences create liturgical momentum, building toward genuine emotional crescendo. Plahm’s key insight—that authentic beauty emerges from devastation transformed—elevates the piece beyond mere compliment into earned wisdom. The line “That’s where you dwell— / alive, today” achieves real power, suggesting the beloved has already arrived where others still journey. The intimate closing (“I’m with Beth, / There’s an MM somewhere in thar”) could feel tonally jarring but instead humanizes the speaker, grounding lofty admiration in lived relationship. Minor weakness: some middle repetitions (“Then life is…”) feel slightly over-extended. But the core message—that we recognize true beauty when inner peace radiates outward as purposeful love—resonates with quiet authority.
I’ve often—well, maybe always—
wondered why I find you so beautiful.
Today was one of those days
that revealed it again.
Yes,
it’s your smile,
the grace in your stride,
the softness in your voice,
the kindness you weave into others—
Even your presence,
in a crowded room,
undeniable.
But it’s more than that.
Something subtler.
Something deeper.
When you know—
truly know what it is—
When happiness
spills into tears,
When your life
rests in quiet contentment,
As your calm
blooms self-realized,
When those around you
feel the pulse of your joy—
Then life is good.
Then life has found guidance.
Then life is authentic.
Then life radiates love.
Then your life
weaves its love—
with purpose,
unselfish,
with fulfillment—
into everyone you touch.
That light at the end of the tunnel?
That’s where you dwell—
alive, today.
Rare.
Beautiful.
Authentic.
Shared.
Your inner self
shines with quiet power.
That is the soul I find—
Beautiful,
radiantly reflected
in your eyes and smile.
And I love
when you are alive
in that radiant light
you share with me.
Why do I
still wonder at your beauty?
Devastation forged you—
from its fire you rose
into this radiant state of being.
Today, is a perfect day
to feel beautiful.
And you are.
My goodness,
how beautiful.
I’m with Beth,
There’s an MM somewhere in thar.
And I’m really glad you are happy.
That is my life.








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