Stay your hand awhile
and let her eyes wander for a time
over days and through seasons
during the changing tides and moon phases
and see her eyes alight with joy
or pain or humor
or with all feelings not brought on
by things you do.
And when her eyes return
and gaze at you in wonder still,
still warm and indescribable,
know she's yours.
Feels like a case of What-if. What if our eyes wander? love can see past that, and love is all. Thanks for sharing.
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