What I see...

To The Lady on the Train,

What I see when I look at you is the shape of your eyes. From bright half moon to oval pools. From dark embers to pale hazel. 

I see your cheeks, line of your nose, ands the bow tie of your lips. 

I tell you that you are beautiful because you are. But that does not come close to describing you. Today, the sunlight shone on your face and I could see so much more of you… and I was struck and left speechless.  I could  see every lash on your eyes, every hair in your brow, the texture of your cheeks… I will followed 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…

That is what I see. 

And so much more. 

The Man in the Station