I love her eyes

More than anything else, I really do love her eyes.

I am entranced by the dappled hazel that dances around the bottomless black well.  That dance courts the edge, but somehow evades the lure that has drawn me inexorably since the day I first met her.

I am engaged by the game whose commencement is always signalled by the arch raising of a single eyebrow.  Guess what I'm thinking.  You ought to know.  And you ought to tell me.  And it ought be done right now.

I abhor the pain that has been mirrored (mercifully few times) in those eyes.  To know that I have in any way been the cause of that pain should make me pluck out my own.  Small recompense for the ability to allow that hazel to resume its dance.

There are times when a smile adorns her lips and is quickly transported via routes unknown to be magnified a thousand fold in her eyes.  Then am I happy to languish under her thrall and bask beneath that gaze.

A sultry glance beneath coy lashes in the merest flicker of an instant is often enough to set my heart to racing.

I am overjoyed to look into my son's eyes and see some hint of my wife's fire reflected back at me.  He will be well served by being so imbued.

From a distance across a span of other souls or an empty space broken only by a pane of glass, I cherish receiving that one glance, freely given, both coming and going, that I know is reserved only and forever for me.

And I love going to bed to see her eyes closed, and warming myself against her.  Then do I sometimes see one eye crack open to reveal its yawning chasm and am drawn briefly into its depth while I close my own.  A faint smile, having made the return journey via that same incorporeal path, playing across her lips the last thing I see.

More than anything else, I really do love her eyes.

Comments

[Mark]

Nice ode to the lady in your life. They deserve so much more than we can ever give them in this life.

[Jenn]

Gosh.

Lucky woman.

[Linda]

Every woman in the world should know this kind of adoration. The beauty of your words, Simon, is surpassed only by the sincerity I hear there. She's lucky and so are you.

[JuJuBee]

Well Simon...I'm going to suggest that you better the world by teaching some sort of, "How to be the Perfect Husband" course. Just beautiful. What a lucky girl you have.

[Hazel Hazel]

wowie.