What do I see when my stripped down eyes seek yours? I see the Truth reflected in your enduring gaze. That all-knowing reflection does not diminish when my eyes close or when I look away; the Light of Love grows stronger with each glance. Each glance into your baby blues is a breath, a chance, a page, a moment, a step, a journey; I see God, and I see all of you and all of me . . . three. My eyes are flawed, but I see with clarity what I am supposed to see, what I am supposed to know, what I am supposed to believe.
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