You have that kind of stare,
and those kind of eyes,
that draw me in with the intensity you show.
The defined angles of your cheekbones,
the stubble on your cheeks,
the deepness of your dark hair,
all point me back to your eyes--
every time I look they're a different color,
every time I look they're more and more unfathomable,
every time I look I'm entranced.
You're one of those people that doesn't even have to smile--
brooding suits you.
But when your face does light up....
I can't help but watch,
captivated,
as your eyes sparkle and flash in mirth.
But I love to watch your face settle back into thoughtfulness,
as whatever emotion that briefly came to light
slowly evaporates as you settle back into that cool impenetrable persona.
It veils you in an aura of mystery,
as I wonder what you're thinking and feeling,
as I try to watch your eyes,
and they tell me nothing--
so naturally I yearn to know more.
But your eyes--
they guard your heart and tell me nothing.
