It is 1030
on a
a February
Sunday
morning

the magic
of your
eyes fall
over me,

and as
I look at
you,

in each
heartbeat
there is
a falling
off from
one to
the next.

deep drops
of anticipation
and great
urgency
to catch
my next
breath.

you are
a wonder
to all
that are
around
you.

a  song that
when once
heard
no one
can ever
get out
of their
head.

nor would
they ever
want to.

I learned
that lesson
long ago.

the sun will
follow the
moon and
then the
moon surrender
it's sky
again .

for millions
of years it
has been
adorn by
the stars
this way.

like you.
and your
timeless
beauty

it is
my only
explanation.

of you
that I

believe.