Stars in her eyes

Date unknown (most likely early 2000s)

Stars in her eyes,

and the almost-pale of her cheeks,

surrounded, or, if you will, framed,

by a crown of semi-dark hair,

flowing, as it were, when not pony-tailed:

viz., hanging in parallel, directed by wind.

The face-mask, neither too-tight

or too-loose, smiles at me,

reminding me of just exactly why I fell in love.

Shining, in its own way,

much like the moon, luminescent,

but not so much as to burn the eyes,

a pleasant brightness,

controlled, but nonetheless radiant,

displaying a beauty not easily ignored.

The smile, then, has its own language:

a direct conduit, leading from the heart,

not from the mind, as the tongue is wont.

But as bright a light as it is,

it is but a reflection:

the heart, that which loves,

produces a light, that,

though it is as bright as a thousand stars,

cannot be viewed with eyes,

or lenses, or other instruments of observation;

it can only be seen by another heart.