Red

It is her eyes.
As they swallow me whole.
They know the truth of me.
Somehow they remain gentle,
Despite seeing my hard edges.
My carefully crafted mask,
Fails in its purpose.
And I am found!
So many wasted moments,
Without her.
We are no longer in our youth.
With each day it is further left behind.
Our love has aged along side us.
Yet it still grows.
Deeper,
Stronger.
Yes,
It is her eyes,
That inspires my passion.
That colors my world,
Red.