I know every line
I've traced them like endless braille
That always has another message to tell

I've coloured every each in and out
Wiping away the evidence of sadness,
Intrigue, shame and curiosity.

I have woken up to those eyes
Every morning that mattered
And slept with it through the darkness.

I know of the wonders that eyes mask
What each glint of the eye means
And that arched eyebrows are a sign of defeat.

I know all its secret blemishes and shame
The freckles which few see -
We are good friends the mirrors face and me.