I See You, My Man

Those black-rimmed glasses

Oh, how I adore you more

When you put them on.

I wish contact lenses

Were never invented (throw them away!)

For you look so much more dignified,

Heroic,

Handsome,

With glasses on.

Call me shallow

Call me short-sighted (but oh, I am)

But I want to see you

The way I see myself.

And when I see you

Through the lens that I don

My heart flutters.

Skips a beat, even.

Oh, my man.

Soon, the world will know you more

Than they already do

But I'll be content

To know that you're forever mine (is there such a thing?)

And that it's into the warm embrace

Of my arms

That you will return to

Every night.

Here's hoping.