Every woman knows the look that can be confused for no other
Unmistakable in a man’s face telling her she is his favorite, most adored human
In it she can see herself reflected in the windows to his heart.
That reflection is admiration, love, passion, surety. This is where he wants to be.
A delightful unexpected jolt , or born from a curious ember
Gifted briefly or enduring through the decades
The look is everything, encompassing all unspoken words and feelings
She recognises the instant it dies, she is no longer the reason for his smile
Left to suffer the pain of it’s banishment, Leaving only a memory tattooed on her soul
How will you look at your girl tonight?