Being Seen By You.

I find myself wishing for something impossible... I want... I want you to give me your eyes...

Give me your eyes,
not to take, but to feel
the way you see me...

For they are too beautiful
to belong to sight alone,
they carry our story...

I love them so deeply, not just because they are beautiful, though they are... I love them because of the light they possess. They hold a depth, a stillness, that I have never known...

And when I look in your eyes, I feel I am looking into the only mirror that matters, one that loves me entirely...

And if I could borrow them... To see myself not as I am, but as you admire me...
To understand the love you hold by becoming it...

If love could bend the impossible...
just for a breath...
I would look through you
back at myself…
and finally understand
why you never turned away...

Eternity
is found
in being seen by you,
again and again,
beyond time,
beyond self,
beyond end...
Carl Nicolas.