Within

With a quiet sigh

You healed

My stilted self,

In essence,

Torn paper.

Knitted back together 

With an unfamiliar thread.

Nothing could compare

To the crease in your cheek

As you half smile at me,

Regarding me

As something beautiful.

You are my eyes,

& I yours,

For love is not 

The attempt to better.

It is the recognition

Of what lay within

All along.