His eyes are my favorite, the perfect mixture of sage and gold. Nobody else has noticed the small ring of gold and yellow near that black void in those eyes. But I have. I’ve seen it. I see him. Truly see him.
When I look at him I see every hardship he has made it through. I see the way he’s grown throughout everything. I see the things he’s learned. I see that young boy slowly and surely growing into the man he wants to be.
I love when those golden hour rays hit his face. Those gorgeous eyes shining brighter. Those spectacular freckles radiating further. His fair hair gleaming in that beautiful evening glow.
He is loyal. He is kind. He is caring. He is loving. He is thoughtful. He is hardworking. He is selfless.
I see you my love. Truly.
I lie in bed with him snoring peacefully beside me after a hard day's work.
I can’t help but wonder if there’s more for us beyond this solitary life.
Is there better life for us out there under that dreamy bright moon?
I want to wander into the night, where owls and crickets sing.
Is there more out there for us than these miserable days under the sun?
I want to venture out under the starlit sky, and watch that dark beauty tell its story.
There has to be more than this.