I wrote this to my husband, who travels extensively for work. We met for dinner at a restaurant, as he was going through town on his way from Point A to Point B.
I noticed him watching me a lot as we ate, but he did not say what he was thinking. So I asked him…
This poem came to me on the drive home, and into the evening, so I thought I would share it here.
POEM TO THE ONE I LOVE
What do you think when you look at me?
So now I ask myself:
What do I think when I look at you?
I see a healthy, clean, pleasant face.
Neatly trimmed hair around thin, refined lips.
I see a nose that moves slightly when you talk.
And eyes, clear blue eyes, like
A bright blue day-
With a few clouds scudding past.
I see wrinkles and crinkles of years
Of smiles by your eyes. I love those lines.
I see your brow, smoothing out
As we eat and talk.
I see a face more familiar than my own.
For who has gazed upon their own face
In conversation, in concentration, or at rest?
When I look at your face
I see love.
~Brenda Visser, 2016
Happy Early Valentine’s Day Everyone!