When You Look at Me

When you look at me with those gentle eyes, The world goes quiet, time softly dies, And in that space between heartbeats, I find a home where my soul meets

The tender curve of your smile, The way you pause and stay awhile To trace the lines upon my face As if memorizing every trace.

Your laugh becomes my favorite song, The melody I've searched for long— It dances through the morning air And follows me everywhere.

In coffee shops and crowded streets, In quiet moments, gentle beats Of rain against the windowpane, I hear your voice call out my name.

You are the sunrise after storm, The fireplace that keeps me warm, The book I never want to end, My lover, partner, dearest friend.

So when you look at me that way, With love too deep for words to say, I know that I am truly blessed To be the one your heart chose best.

For in your eyes I clearly see The person I was meant to be, And in your arms I've finally found The sacred, holy, hallowed ground

Where two hearts beat as simply one, Where all my searching days are done, Where love writes poetry in skin And forever can begin.