His eyes are warm,

his smile is a bit goofy but always charming,

His laugh is gentle,

his voice is soothing,

Countless jokes, countless references,

proof of a relationship of years,

He has that glint in his eye of an alive soul,

thriving and loving,

Patient, comforting, protective and understanding,

all of those bundled things, with a special fire in his eyes at times,

But he’s like that to everyone.

And that fire is not for me.

But I’m still happy, and I admire the true focus that draws his eye,

for he is happy,

And I am content with that.