look

They always told you

your hands were your best

feature. Your height, your smile,

your laugh, your hair..

Your eyes, but they were wrong.

They did not mean it the way I did.

See, I always thought your best feature

was your eyes.

Your plain eyes

that weren't piercing,

nor did they posses a wildness or

a distinct attractiveness.

warm? yes, but not overwhelmingly so.

Windows to the soul?

maybe. but that's not 

why I loved them.

I loved how you looked.

No, not how you appeared,

how you looked.

I loved where you found beauty

where you sought worth.

I loved the way I could close my eyes

and feel the sunlight penetrate

my eyelids

and warm my insides,

just the way I knew you did.

I loved the way you saw the rain,

the dashboard of your car, the movement

of a shadow. How quick you were to catch

the flicker of change.

I loved the way you saw beyond my lies

and my defenses. How your eyes

stripped down fantasy into gritty reality,

but by doing so, making my life beautiful.

I loved the way you, because of your eyes, 

held your tongue, and thus earned the mark of wisdom

that people so often so in your eyes.

Many people do not know you like I do.

Nor will they. But I can hope

that one day,

I can look like you.

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[Richielee]

beauty is in the eye of the beholder : )