This morning,
I stared at a pair of lovely eyes.
Of a lovely man.
That I love very dearly.
Those eyes were black, deep black.
But there's no darkness in it.
I can see love, hope, and bravery in it.
Kinds of strength that can pull me up when I'm down,
to brighten my days,
to keep my feet back on the ground when I start to fly to be one hell of a snob bitch.
Those eyes ain't wide, not as wide as mine.
But they can see more than mine can.
They have more ability to absorb visions then extract them to be knowledge, which amaze me.
They can do better than mine. Much better.
I repeat.
This morning,
I stared at a pair of lovely eyes.
Of a lovely man.
That I love very dearly.
They're not one kind of eyes you people find often.
But they're one kind of eyes that I see everyday.
And I feel lucky.
Because everytime I stared at them,
I see myself.
And I will smile after that,
and kiss the man who has that beautiful thing.
Whispering,
"I love you"
And yes, I love you, Baby Fish.
I love you more and more each day,
after all those ups and downs we've been through.
And now, please,
hold my hand,
take me to your embrace,
don't let me go,
ever again..
