My Eyes See You
When I look at you,
I see me.
How can this be?
We shall see.
Our stature is similar,
our weight as well.
Hair that’s long,
brown eyes, do tell.
We don’t look alike,
anyone can see,
there’s obviously differences
between you and me.
I see in you qualities I admire
and recognize just the same.
I see you as all woman,
just as beloved as your name.
My eyes have rested from looking,
for what I hoped to see.
He has provided,
that which is perfect for me.
I see you as perfection,
with all its flaws.
Together we are flawless,
precisely designed.
The collection pauses here for philosophical reflection — Scott stepping back from sensation and observation to ask a deeper question. When he looks at Priya he sees something unexpected: a reflection of himself. Not in physical appearance, which he acknowledges openly differs, but in qualities he recognizes and admires. The poem moves from curious observation through honest acknowledgment of difference to the spiritual recognition that his eyes have finally rested from their long search. He sees perfection — not the absence of flaws but the right person, received as gift, flawed and complete and precisely designed.
This poem began as a genuine question I found myself asking — why do I see myself when I look at her? The answer I arrived at is that the qualities I see in Priya are qualities I recognize because they are qualities I have aspired to or cultivated in myself. To find them fully present in the person you love is one of the most confirming experiences a relationship can produce. My eyes have rested from looking is the line I am most grateful for. It names the end of a search I had been conducting for a very long time.