midnight-blue eyes, i stare at them now

though at first sight one would think them to be the color of coal,

unless you stared at them long enough, in which case you would see the bit of soul

in his eyes, blue and shimmering and full of love

and it wasnt a surprise he wore his heart on his sleeve,

because if you looked closely enough, you would see it not only worn on his sleeve

but sewn on to everything

his gaze and voice and touch,

because if love was currency then he would live in luxury for eternity

and if humans were playthings for him to spend his riches on,

then he bought me and showered me in his wealth, 

that precious love that has me in his arms now

but if love is currency, won't it run out?

i search his night skies for the answer, both sparkling with the stars of his love

kindness. there is always kindness, in those skies.

so i take the chance, and i ask him the question, wanting to clear the looming dark fog

why me?

and he looks at me, just looks, with those skies and stars and all he does his smile,

as if to say, silly swan, there is no reason to our love

and he turns back to the sunset in front of us, horizon close enough to touch but too far away to feel

so i ask again, because the fog is still there and taunting me and i wish it would leave

but will you ever let go of me?

and he looks at me again, though there is something different in his skies

this time, he opens his mouth

silly swan, i will carry you for eternity

so i sigh in relief as the fog clears away, and i too turn back to the colored in view

why do you always call me a swan?

because when you look into my eyes, it is as if you put all your being into them,

deeper and deeper until you are swimming gracefully in the waters of my love.

if i am a swan, you are the only pond i wish to swim in.

as he holds my head on his chest, i think to myself,

then love is not his currency, it is his whole being, and his whole being beats for me.

and as the sun goes to sleep, so do we.