Sometimes I look at you
Sometimes I look at you
and I do not recognize you.
I study your features
with my fixed gaze
and meditate on your soul.
Sometimes I look at you
and wonder why God created a person such as you,
why God chose those specific facial facets,
those particular curves of your body,
the soft texture of your hair,
the smooth hue of your skin, the length of your arms and the bass of your voice.
Sometimes I look at you
and can see only you and nothing else around you.
My eyes penetrate your skin
and see your mind, your heart, your soul
and the life of bliss
and the idyll world that I so often conjured.
Sometimes I look at you
and I wonder how God knew
that I would truly love every piece of you,
and how God could create the life
that I once thought was only a dream.
