The Look of Love

I give you flowers, warm with sun.
You place them in a vase
And look the way you’ve always done
When love lights up your face.

And then you turn to look at me,
And there’s no turning back;
I’m everything you’ll ever see,
And nothing do I lack.

And morning, afternoon and night
Are bound up in that gaze,
As if the very act of sight
Gave rise to all our days.

And, when you do avert your eyes,
It’s with the prudence of the wise.

Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash

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