Her Eyes

I am mesmerized by her eyes. They are a beautiful hazel that can change with the lighting or certain clothes.

When she looks into my eyes I am entranced. It’s as if everything pure and loving resides within those eyes.

Her gaze and smile transforms me from the deepest of deeps to the warmth of love.

There is no greater feeling.
There is no greater reward.
There is no greater joy.
There is no greater bond.

To be trapped in her gaze is all I desire. There is finer experience. When she allows me to look deep into her eyes, I am frozen in time.

If only I could spend all time looking into her eyes. Nirvana would be my never-ending residence.

The beauty of My Bride is infinite. The envy of all women and the desire of all men. Yet her internal beauty far exceeds the physical.

There is a perpetual need to be in her presence. To be bathed in her love. While I can never earn or deserve her love, to try is the one thing that sustains me.