It may have lasted only a second, she may have run away to hide her face, not wanting to show anyone, yet I saw it all.

The face of a mum saying goodbye to her youngest child, for God knows how long… well, you can all imagine what I saw.

Happiness, pride, sadness, love , all the emotions that kick in instantly with maternal instinct.

“Will it be the same for me?”

“Will my child leave me too in her...

My all, my love. To have the honor to witness such beauty feels like life’s greatest gift to me. Green eyes like a forest that I yearn to get lost in. Freckles that seem randomly scattered, but to me feel perfectly placed. Pink lips, softer than satin, calling my name. Soft brown curls, cascading down pretty shoulders. I had no idea that I was capable of feeling like this. She is a work of art–a m...

No words could paint the purifying beauty that holds a piece of my soul, but I will try to be so eloquent as her.

Her cherub face keeps my lifeline rooted in childhood and make-believe adventure.

Her smile, the one I know to be hers, someone familiar, lovely, safe, and fun—a home I long to return to.

The hair that frames the face I hold dear, it ignites my soul with the scent of the other half of ...

From your eyes to your smile

Everything about your face

Even your name

Even the way that you say

The things that you say

Yes I’m okay

Just a little bit

Crazy over you

I’ll take time out of my day

To just to say anything

That may bring a smile to your face

Because I really really love that smile on your face

Your eyes are like waves

In the sea

Or a calm stream

Everything about you

No...

The blue in your eyes pour into mine as a waterfall would to broken earth. Your eyes squint shut as you break into a magnificent smile. Your teeth so straight, I remember when we had matching braces. Freckles dot your cheeks, encomposing your face like stars in the night sky. Butterflies dance around your eyelashes awaiting butterfly kisses. Your lips so full draw me into their embrace. The soft ...

I could talk for hours on the slope of your mouth and the slight dimple that forms when you smile. I’ll ramble on about the push of your nose and the how the way you tilt your head when you laugh makes me feel like i’m floating. Like I want you to laugh forever. But mostly I love your eyes and how they twinkle when you say something brilliant. I love how when you feel embarrassed your ears turn br...

I still don't know what color your eyes are. Sometimes they're the colour of marble at the bottom of a fountain. Sometimes they're as grey as turbulent seas. But it doesn't matter the color, they shine when you smile at me. They look through me. They look past me. Sometimes I'm afraid of them. Sometimes I get lost in them. They intimidate me. They threaten to expose me. But your eyes are only a p...

Your face is a fevered psalm I recite beneath the moon-split sheets—cheekbones catching dusk like twin alters, eyes molten with the quiet pain of ruined summers. Your mouth, a wine-dark wound I press to my own, bleeds secrets with every breath. The bridge of your nose—sharp, cruel, perfect—cuts me open again, again. I kiss the corner where smiles hesitate, where longing festers. You look at me lik...

Her face is rounder. Rounder then usual. The fact she can look like shes a six year old girl if she wears pigtails is fun to see. Those blue eyes of hers look like crystals when I gaze into them. The normal nose with no bumb in the bridge of it unlike me . Her lips are a soft pink and your teeth are a sort of yellow when you smile but I love seeing that yellow since your smiling when you show it. ...

When I imagine your face, the first thing I see is your perfect Hollywood smile. It's almost intimidatingly beautiful. As I travel up, I see your slightly crooked button nose that got broken while playing soccer. Just above, I see your long black lashes, which never fail to make me jealous. They border your dark brown eyes, which are warm, inviting, and filled with affection. I think of your thick...