blue eyes

With him, I feel . . .
           no comparison.

  This is why
      I so naturally fell into being around him,
why his presence is so easy and freeing.

      With him,
   I can smile,
              and laugh,
         and be serious,
              and be like other people,
           and be distinctly unlike other people;

 and his gaze,
      leveled on my face,
                   doesn't change.

His eyes are the same brilliant clear blue,
           no matter what I do . . .
                                  or don't do.