Waking Up You carried my bags for me on the day we met, only... I was a little scared by your approach until I let you in my little world, showing me I was blind. Arms and mind open, you readily embraced me: receiving my whole heart, my body and my soul. Enjoying the budding blossoms of our new love together, my blue eyes opening. Always you are kind to me, no matter what I do. Loving me when I am ugly and overwhelmed, loving me when I am not. Many times now, have you carried my bags for me. Inspecting their contents: my bread and cheese; my milk and eggs. Never noticing, until today, the young cashier that always checks us out. Eyes, moving over what is mine to see.