Rachel's Gaze

How does it come about that you're the one?
What's special about you?
What distinguishes you above
All others so that your absence
Is my most faithful companion?

Only you are Cinderella and don't
Cease to exist at the midnight
Of your disappearance, but slip
Onto my mind's looking glass where
Nothing is more real than your pale reflection.

The funny thing is if I had not offered
To take your picture, I might never
Have really seen your eyes,
That particular to you inside-out look of them,
The beauty of their unique gaze,
Your gaze, my love, holding both
You and the world in careful reserve.

It was that moment - the moment
I viewed you as an artist does,
Impersonally - that I was lost.