For my friend - The Birds Did Sing.

I noticed when you looked at me today, you recoiled.  You have never done that before.

You recoiled like you'd seen something new. Something unnerving.

But when you looked at me yesterday, you smiled and batted your eyes. You liked what you saw.  You liked what you saw in me.

So what has changed since then? Did the sun not rise this morning? Did the birds not sing? you look at me unknowing and I wonder, do I not present to you today the same beauty? Do I not show those striking eyes, that rest on prefectly high cheek bones? Do I not still show the love and joy that seeps through warm flesh?

Look at me. Can you not see it all? It's still there. For today I reflect you as favourably as I do every day, you have just chosen not to see it.