What my eyes have seen

That mans smile

When he smiles, I know when he is being sincere or not. When he fakes it, it’s lacking something. The smile its self still lingers the same, but his eyes aren’t as wide and a sparkling something is missing in them. But when he does smile, which, luckily is often, there is a heat in his cool eyes and seems to push from him, warming everyone who is caught in proximity of that amazing smile.