we purchased two cats in the beginning

one, who inclined to me, black, yellow eyes

one, gravitating to her, cream, blue eyes

we both had lost ours to age

soon after we met

it was one of those odd incidences

that comes with the melting of ones into a two

i remember her in the pet store

in a moment of tarrying before a caged parrot

the sadness of her face, her eyes

love should never be caged

harbor no fear, trust in you unquestionably

love is not demanding

a love without inhibitions to love

it is patient. kind, understanding

it bears, hopes, endures all things

seeks the truth, an ability to change direction

when steps have faltered into selfishness

these are the promises i saw in that face

few might understand my reasoning

of that, i care not

it is said by poets of old

the eyes are the windows to the soul

science finally caught up in realizing

the connection from the eyes

to the prefrontal cortex

science knows now 
the close proximity of one heart

may influence another 
poets have known this for centuries

in her eyes, i saw all of this

in her heart lived these qualities
an endless horizon of knowing

i saw forever in her

2/9/19