Oh the lover’s eyes
that take me in
and see a secret self,
unseen until this moment.
A fleeting moment,
caught between the dust motes,
…for our hearts connect
across the room.

I remember seeing for the first time, the man who became my husband.  We saw each other across a room full of people.  Now, 40 years later, we sit in recliners across the room from each other and occasionally I will look up and find him looking at me.