She looks at me through green eyes rimmed with dark silky lashes.
She delights in the most simple of things,
which makes me want to give her so much more.
Sometimes I will simply watch her sleep.
She is indeed older now, with fine lines around her mouth.
But she still looks amazingly youthful.
Her skin is smooth and warm.
I still see the young woman that I met so many years ago.
Her innocence is still there,
her heart still open and trusting,
her gaze still level and inquiring,
her smile is still warm and inviting.
I wonder how she sees me.
Does she see innocence in me still?
Or have the years put a hard edge on me
that her softness can't seem to dull.
I wrote this watching my love sleep. Her arm was flung across her chest, her breath came softly, and her hair was in a tangle. I wanted to reach out to hold her but was captivated by her innocence. My heart was full of love.