I was looking at the sky

When you walked up.

I noticed the blue fading

To gray.

All the blue of the sky

Was in your eyes.

Oh, there is no artist

Who can capture your image

In chalk, charcoal, paint, or photo.

Your handsomeness is unworldly

And can only be viewed

In the flesh.

Between every two thoughts

I find you interpose yourself.

How can I think of you daily

When we never see each other

For more than a few hours?

I can because I love you.