Baby's got Blue Eyes

Blue eyes. 

Long lashes. 

I'm captivated by them. 

The world around them fades, insignificant as I gaze into them, my body stills and I pause to try and drink in every detail.  The only thing that matters is the blue and the emotion that lies deep within them.  They say eyes are the windows of your soul and it is definitely hard for someone to hide their true feelings if you look carefully enough. 

A line of poetry comes to mind..."My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears."  

I have a bad habit of staring deep into peoples eyes as I talk to them.  It can come across as intense to people who don't know me, but it helps me read them, to have an understanding of what they are thinking and saying.  It's why I hate talking to people on the phone, I need to see the face to be able to gauge their response, to feel a connection.

I blink and focus back on the face before me.  The eyes so familiar, yet they never cease to amaze me.  They have total trust and love in them and I wish that I can capture this moment forever, because before long these eyes will grow older, harder and the innocence will fade.  I will no longer be the universe to orbit round, but the gravity pulling them down and getting in the way.

I scoop up my youngest child and bring her face to mine.  Her blue eyes so different to my green, wise in so many ways, stare back into mine and for that moment, nothing matters, everything fades as I absorb the love and happiness that projects out at me and I'm lost in the blue.


Here is the "The Good-Morrow" by John Donne,

                        I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I

Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?

But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?

Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?

T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.

If ever any beauty I did see,

Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules,

Which watch not one another out of feare;

For love, all love of other sights controules,

And makes one little roome, an every where.

Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,

Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,

Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,

And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,

Where can we finde two better hemispheares

Without sharpe North, without declining West?

What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I

                        Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.