Precious
Can I tell you that your precious
when I haven't looked deeply into your eyes enough?
When I haven't held you in my arms enough to know every curve of your body.
Can I say you are precious when I haven't gazed upon your face enough to recognize all of your expressions?
From sadness to pleasure, the looks that reveal the heart.
These things are precious, I desire to see them all.
I have only seen a glimpse of you my darling, like the remnant of a dream quickly fading.
I will call you precious for only one look deep into your eyes reveals to me that which I have longed to see as you look at me.
My heart is full of hope that you will prove more precious to me as we become known to each other with every moment spent together.
A meditation on knowing and being known. Scott questions whether he can call his beloved precious when he hasn't yet looked deeply enough into her eyes, held her enough to know every curve, or witnessed all her expressions. Yet even a glimpse reveals enough to declare her precious, with hope that deeper knowledge will only increase that preciousness.
I found myself in an interesting paradox: I already knew Priya was precious to me, but I also realized I had only seen a glimpse of who she truly is. How can you call someone precious when you're still getting to know them? But then I understood—even one deep look into her eyes revealed something I had longed to see. This poem is about faith in what we're building, trusting that as we become known to each other with every moment together, she will prove even more precious than I already believe her to be.