Eyes

No one in the end chose me...

I lovingly chose myself. 

I saw the love in me, was the love of Thee. 

And the love of Thee, was the same love...

the same love, 

as the love for me. 

  That love that I searched for in the eyes of others, was trying to catch my eye, but not in the eyes of another. Or from the glance of some other. 

   It caught my eye, in the reflection, of the desire-less mirror, of my pure heart. 

  That look of love, caught me completely off guard, it was so soft and sweet and not even the tiniest bit hard.