His Eyes....
Its all in his eyes...They are brown, common,
but they bore into me.
They carress my soul
and strip away the darkness
from my heart.
They gleam, truely.
When he smiles, his eyes,
they become something warmer.
They become un-laughs,
and I smile back, because
there's no way I cant.
They burn me, those eyes.
He loves intently
and you can feel it like a hand.
And you can feel his hand,
his eyes,
and his love...
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