As I stare into those ocean blues I breath more fluidly. As I run my hand across the soft brown of your hair and down to the stubble of your cheeks I am reminded that you are beside me each day. The curvature of your blush lips captivates me and I swoon. Who could resist the sweetest smile? And then I see the way you look to me and I begin to see myself not for what I thought I was, but for who you know I am. I see this in your face, the glowing face of my moon.