His eyes flicker across the scenery,
Breathing in every beautiful factor.
He looks trapped in his own world of variety.
Every tree, every bush, every flower interests him.
But my eyes don't care.
They focus on the only beautiful scene in this dark world.
My eyes travel over the golden plains of his face.
Taking in the flow of his pale eyelashes.
I can't tear my eyes away from the curve of his lips, how his teeth worry at the skin there when he thinks.
I focus on the furrow of his brow when the sun becomes too bright.
The twinkle in his eyes when he looks back,
And I just can't look away
Even when our eyes meet
And the skin around his crinkle
Showing all the laughs he had laughed
Showing the happiness he's felt.
And I can't help but wonder
When did he become more beautiful than the ocean,
The river,
The trees in the forest?
When did his eyes begin to shine brighter than the sun off a lake?
When did I fall in love with him?
Then I see him look at her
As if the swell of her nose is more precious than snow covered mountains,
As if her hair is more wonderful than a crashing waterfall.
And I wonder,
When did he fall in love with her?