It is said that beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder

It is said that beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder, then my lover's eyes must be infinite galaxies, for his gaze transforms me into a breathing masterpiece, he not only sees me but contemplates me as an expanding universe, as if my chaos were art, and my scars constellations, etched into a sky deserving of unconditional and eternal love. He never errs, with a glance he weaves threads of light into my silence, making me believe that even broken things can shine with pride, in his eyes I find a cosmos where my imperfections become stars, each hidden wound transforming into an eternal love story, like a celestial map of my soul, with marks that become silent verses, finding their rhythm in the beats of his heart, like a song of the universe. With each meeting of our eyes, eternity opens before us, and beyond words, we find ourselves in the deep silence of the gaze, where even broken fragments unite into a divine design, and I learn that beauty does not demand perfection, only a soul that sees it and loves it wholly, without end and without reservation. And in this universe of our gazes, we find a love that does not wither, a story written in the stars, an infinite dance of hearts whispering truths, where each moment becomes an eternity sculpted in the light of love, and we learn that true beauty is that which transcends appearances, for it resides deep within the soul, where love makes its home.