Just His Eyes

He sat beside me
caressing me with just the love
he held within his eyes
(reflected beauty, twice as true).
Sunlight sang through particles of air
so warm for such an early day in spring.

The pigeons crooned, an echoing,
of past mistakes undone.
A tone that spoke the miracle
of doves just taking flight
in the harmony of one true love
that recreates itself eternally.

I saw him, yet he really wasnít there.
Yet he seemed more real
than any man Iíve ever known
in mortal form.
and the sweetest love
became reborn within.

A glance, a dance,
a moment of completion.
Love shining bright
for an eternal instant.
A visionary image
of the magic I once found
in just his eyes...

? Michaelette ?

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