Each one of us is litIf only one could see
That not one way is right
We are all part of the same light
He continued to look into my eyes, a lot was being said but not in words.
I decorated this man like decorating a Christmas tree. His voice spoke jingles of love and his eyes shone like fake lights every time we made love.
Whenever you linger in the past, you invite loneliness in. 
I lowered my towel and saw that though my body was still firm, the glow of youth was about to fade. The sparkle in my eyes had all but deadened. 