Her eyes have always seemed to shine more
To be glossier more lustrous than those of others
Though that comparison is laughable to the reasoning mind
I’ve not looked at any other eyes as I have hers

And for whatever gloss or luster is there
There must be some physiological explanation
Having to do with gland duct and lubricant
Perhaps a sublimation of other glands and lubricants

We’ve looked together into the eyes of newborns
Those grey mysterious clouds
As new parents drink in
Every fingernail nostril and irregularity

We’ve always needed corrected vision she and I
And now that malady that scars her corneas
They were never limpid pools or glowing suns
But still I love to gaze into her lustrous eyes