More than Beautiful...

How to start...

These past few days have been a wonder for me. I have seen many sides of you - and I have reveled in every one. We asked each other if there is anything we would change. I said that there is nothing about you that I would change. It's the truth, and yet it isn't. There are times and in moments that I would change something about you... a different response or reaction, perhaps - but I honestly cannot say that I want to change you. I take you for exactly as you are - all of you - the good, the bad, the every in-between...

Watching you is like holding a precious stone in your hand and turning it in the light. it will at times be transparent, mirror the world, reflect colours that you can scarce imagine, and times hiding it's center... You can look at the stone, roll it in your hands, for an eternity - and though you think that you are looking at the entire stone - you know that it has so much more to reveal... You realize that there is no possible way to see the whole of this precious thing before you - it would take more than the lifetime that any man has been granted.

Oh, I have watched you turn, revealing different sides of your wonders, and I am held mesmerized.  You have caught me mid-stare and ask the usual question... "What?"... and I have answered with my usual answer "You are beautiful"... Here you have rolled your eyes or groaned or sighed... You do not believe me - or think me biased - or... I'm not sure what you think sometimes.

I tell you that you are beautiful because you are. But that does not come close to describing you. There are times when the sunlight shines on your face and I can see so much more of you… and in those times, every time, I am struck and left speechless.  I can see every lash on your eyes, every hair in your brow, the texture of your cheeks… I will follow the line of your forehead, over the bridge of your nose to the curl of your lip and around the edge of your chin – finally tracing my sight up the line of your jaw to your ear. I will let myself fall into the tumble of your curls.  I could hold your face in my sight forever – letting the world turn around us, days turning to nights and back to days…

I wish that I had the words to express how you make me feel when I look at you. There is a quickening of my pulse, a change in my breathing, and an overwhelming sense of ‘filling up’ and feeling more than I am. I look at you and sometimes memories of where we have been come flooding – and sometimes I am transported to somewhere we have not yet been but can imagine it like a memory… You are beautiful – you are more than beautiful – in many ways…

When you have my eyes..