Beautiful, you are.

I was calling you beautiful, and you were getting squirrely. You are beautiful, that photograph I showed you on my ipad of you at breakfast Wednesday morning, the way you looked at me.
That is the beauty of your soul climbing out of you into the world for everybody to see; completely vulnerable. I will never leave you because of that soul, that look.  That is beauty, light, joy, happiness, love, that is love in your eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to capture that look from anybody, but you. Way back in  ’07, I’ve captured that look, a time or two from the stage, on film. You are the most beautiful soul on the face of the Earth. At least you are to me, and I thank you for accepting it. This morning, when you left the house at four am, I made you tell me you were the only one me and that you were unforgettable irresistible, un let go able. How endearing when you did. How absolutely soul capturing. I love you, darling.