The first sign of adoration
Is in the eyes that linger,
Just for a second longer than usual
Before their owner looks away in haste
Lest their thoughts wander further.
It begins with stolen glances
On an impulse beyond control
As the slightest movement or sound
Grabs attention better than exclamations
Or sternly clipped statements.
Perhaps it is because everything looks new,
So completely different from what it used to be-
From the way the eyes crinkle
To the newly endearing crease between brows.
The once messy mop of hair
Now seems luscious and alive,
Even the dismissive shrug of a shoulder
Seems to hold a grace of its own.
It is silly, and yet, the glances continue,
Because even cynics lose rationality over love.