I sit across the table watching,
every movement of his face
the arch of his eyebrow
dimple on his left cheek
his mouth,
white teeth,
full lips,
a smile that can put sunshine in my day,
I observe every nuance,
of his
Beautiful face!
vivid blue eyes
so warm, yet
able to freeze in an instant.
they smile
direct gaze as he speaks,
Beautiful eyes!
I contemplate his hands
no scars,
strong hands for hard work,
soft hands to
rescue the tiniest creature,
Beautiful hands!
I listen to his voice
unique timbre,
a laugh that warms me
he makes me laugh,
I watch and observe
as he talks to his Father
and I feel proud
I love this man,
this man,
My Son!
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