Proof

A picture every day
to remind me
of the way
I felt about you,
my brown-eyed gaze
holding every last bit
of proof

Not knowing what was
coming next,
what we were in for,
the early days of innocence,
opening every new door

Up with the sunrise,
coffee in a mug,
always ready for
a new surprise,
whatever came up,
nothing except the
two of us

A summer of madness,
blue skies above,
a feeling I won’t forget,
falling in love

The pictures haunt me, too
the eyes I had for you,
my brown-eyed gaze
holding every last bit
of proof