The Look of Love

The soul never ages.

"I loved him before I even knew him. I am only human and I have loved as best as I possibly could."

He looks at me so deeply. Need no words darling, I see it in your eyes. So perfect, how we gaze into each other and naturally we both know- The goodness our love has brought us.

I reach my hand to cup his sweet face and he sighs. I breathe his scent, his tender scent and I feel alive. The look of love. Oh that look of love, swims through my head. And I take just that with me until the end. Keep me alive. Oh those eyes.

Downtown Los Angeles

Red Rose

Black clouds from a distance. She wore red. The sharpest red I have ever seen. I knew of her, of her name, of her story. Her bright blue eyes shined into me, into the deepest crevasse of my soul, as if she knew me. I could not help but walk to her. The life around us stopped but not that of raining tears. And still I was drawn to her healing aura. Her arms opened and I fell into her heart. Her slow, and calm breathing reached out to find me, console me, to simply hold me. Oh to breathe, to believe. She held me like I have been lost for years. She held me tenderly and nothing more. The day love left her in final peace has become the day of my rebirth.

Rose Hills
November 7, 2010