The Journey Inward

Soulful eyes
That twinkle and smile,
Under brows
Full of expression,
Beneath a forehead
That wrinkles when worried.

His nose,
Neither small, nor large,
Between cheeks
Soft and sweet.

Facial scruff
That highlights and enhances,
Mostly grey now
Tickling and teasing.

He looks at me
And I avert my eyes
For how can you stare
Into the sun?