Holy Love

“Darling, your love is holy.
I’m the lucky one.”

That moment you looked at me it was like you’d never seen something so beautiful before in your life. At first, I wasn’t sure if I was hallucinating, or if you were really looking at me like that. It took my breath away. But my mind couldn’t reconcile what I was seeing. How could you look at me like that? How could you see something beautiful. I was not magnificent. Far from it. And though I sometimes catch you looking at me like that from time to time, I still pause for a moment to remind myself that what you see is real — even if I can’t fathom it. Because your love is holy. I’m the lucky one.

© Sarah Doughty

So please, darling,
don’t stop looking
at me like that.