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When I Look Into Her Eyes
by Robert Flores

When I look into her eyes, everything is right and good.
Her eyes saturate my heart with peace.
The world and its problems are suddenly washed away.
Her eyes offer me hope in time of need.
God’s gift to me.

Such joy in her eyes!
How do I explain such beauty?
Her eyes are truth.
Truth so deep it makes me want to comb the depths.
“Is this real?” I ask.
Doubts give way to reality.

Her eyes radiate love.
They understand me, even when I’m hard to understand.
The way she looks at me sets my heart ablaze with love.
My fears dissipate like breath on glass.
She gives me so much. It’s a mystery why she is not a beggar by now.
Her eyes both destroy me and make me new.

Strength. I am held captive by her gaze.
Captivity has never been so wonderful.
Her eyes have seen more than she cares to share.
Days of desolation sometimes show through and I feel the pain.
Tragedies and tears that I wish never would have happened.
But, perhaps, it is those tragedies that have made her eyes all the more beautiful.
They appreciate the joys of life—joys that seemed so elusive in years past.
Her eyes frolic in the beauty they behold today.
She looks to the future.

Her gaze melts winter into spring.
Flowers bloom in my heart.
I never knew I could be so vulnerable.
Scary sometimes. Do I let her in?
Her eyes reach into my being and draw out my emotions.
She sees. . . and does not judge.
Her eyes cherish me and love me for who I am—the reassurance I need to keep looking.

February 11, 2008