Spring returns in your eyes.

Youth springs eternal in your gaze.

Your waters ever flow through my soul.

Watering my spirit with your beauty (body).

You see yourself anew in my eyes.

You scare yourself again in my gaze.

Who looks at you with love’s eyes?

Is it someone you knew long ago or someone you never knew but needed to?

Love stirs the soul beyond itself.

It rouses the canvas for which it desires to paint.

It empties its deepest content on the blank tablet of the other.

It holds open the world to the new and the old.

It marks time with its contour.