Tough Love

I watched as his eyed lit up like Christmas lights.
His joy making his lips curl up into a beautiful grin
that show the deep dimples I don't see often.
He wraps his arms around me hugging me tightly to his
side, almost painfully tight.
He directs his joyful smile down at me, gently pressing
his lips to my forehead, acting as though
nothing happened last night.

As if though he didn't call me every offending word in the book after he came home drunk.
Like he didn't moan someone else's name while he took away my dignity.
Like he didn't beat me until I was on the brink of passing out.

He looks at me now like I'm his pride and joy; like I
complete his world, and although I know it's only for show,that when
we get home I'm going to "accidentally" fall down the stairs, it warms
my heart to see the love still shining in his eyes after all these years.

So as he pulls away and look into my eyes, I lean up
and give him a kiss filled with the passion I see fills his eyes.
I lean back enjoying what I see when I look at him.
Hazel eyes cutting into me...