These are the eyes that caught mine unexpectedly when you turned to speak with the someone behind you, distant blue planets calling out for a journey of exploration. This is the sunshine-golden smile that guided me as I approached. This is the hand that gifted mine when I asked you to dance, the cheek that touched mine as one of us drew the other close, the ring our orbits drew around the floor. This the dress you hung with deliberation, these the fluttering kisses and the feeling in me as we touched. This is the image of you, of us, of the perfectly imperfect angles and compound curves that somehow found a way to fit as I saw myself reflected in these eyes.