* <<H1T.0000>> ILUK
I stare.
I prefer to think of it as gazing, but
It is a question of degrees,
And the subject makes the call.

I stare, and I see
In you, through allegory of self,
Everything that I fell in love with
And with which I so remain.

I see the fierce, good heart,
And the caring anchored so deep
That worry and despair ripple up
Its taut line with shattering force;
I see the brain that's both
X-ray specs and a flick-knife,
Rendering bullshit transparent
And cutting quickly to the heart of a thing;
I see excitement and engagement,
I see wonder and studiousness
(This latter is not a trait often high-lighted
In love-notes, but it is a beautiful trait
And I love it in you)
I see the tenderness that is Classic Femininity,
I see the awkwardness that is Classsic Killoran,
I see the joyousness that cannot be contained
    and moves its host!

All of these things are written in the line of your silhouette
Like the words of a treasured, favorite poem
I could read endlessly

So, I stare,
And I *see*,
And fall in love again every day.

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