..And then I rolled over
I was forced to take in her beauty piece by piece
for if I tried to soak it up all at once I would have surely missed something

I first noticed how her forehead was free of any kind of wrinkle
Mom once told me that wrinkles on the head meant one of two things:
The person is either stressed  it’s from smiling too much
I wonder why she doesn’t have any.

I then watched as her eyelids began to roll back
unleashing the beauty behind them
Blue eyes or yet maybe green;
they seem to change every time I looked at them.
her eyes began to enslave me.
I was locked in a gaze with a window to her soul.
She then closed her eyes shut again as if closing them had a meaning.
I would have to stay here to be a able to look deeper.

Then I ran my eyes down to her cheeks.
Her freckles looked as if they were painted in a deliberate pattern
like constellations in the sky
They way they were peppered across her olive skin
made me almost dizzy from trying to trace the dots.

Finally my eyes found her smile.
I quickly realized that smiling was almost natural for her.
Not only natural it was as contagious as a wild fire
I noticed that I myself had started smiling.

I then looked back up and met her gaze.
Again I was locked into her eyes
wondering how much more she had to show me
if this was just a fragment of what was to come
I didn't know how long I could go before I would have to marry her.