Dear love,
Your eyes
Grey
And sad,
Above your nose,
Asymmetrical,
Carrying weight
Life bestowed.
And every time I see them,
A dark galaxy unfolds,
Of faults,
Of grieves,
Of beauty,
Of honesty,
Greatly misunderstood.
But every time you smile,
They lit up,
Fallen ashes,
Turn gold.
New beginnings,
Many, not one.
Arrives,
A chance for me
To make things right again,
Before it gets greatly misunderstood