I love you every day, but Saturday mornings are my favourite mornings to look at you. I love the soft and white skin around your eyes; yes, that part where the crow’s-feet love to nest. I like going up and down, moving my finger around your eyes. I do it carefully, because staring at you while you sleep brings me so much joy.
Then I hug you close to me; there is no shower waiting for you, there aren’t any meetings today at work, it’s just you and me. I’m so lucky to have you, I’m immensely happy to be part of your life.
Suddenly, you open your eyes
and it all makes sense.
That soft skin around your eyes -which is my favourite part of your face-
reveals what it has been jealously guarding:
your beautiful blue eyes.