Eyes

People say that the eyes are windows to the soul.

I say they're the windows to the heart.

They tell stories that the tongue cannot.

When as I gaze into yours

I fall captive to the endless hazel hue of your eyes.

There aren't enough words in the English language that could describe the beauty that are your eyes.

You may think they're boring but the butterflies in my stomach say otherwise.

We may not always need to use words but to only lock eyes.

If I was to pass and God asked me what the worst and best things on earth were.

I'd show him a picture of you.

The look of compassion you give me when I'm enraged at life, melts my heart and eases my mind.

Your eyes light up as you talk about things, I have no clue about, but I cannot help but smile.

If you were to look into mine, you'd find nothing but endless paragraphs of sentences I cannot put together.

Stories of growing old together and watching the sunset over the horizon.

The eyes can show you someone's true intentions.

A prison filled with characters that the world will never meet.