His eyes. Two glassy orbs a child would weep for on a snowy Christmas morning. They look with intensity, and I feel they could kiss me more than a hundred men's lips can. They sparkle in the sun like the diamond on my grandmothers engagement ring. They're beautiful. Tears that may silently fall from them show off the tiny jewels buried deep within. The uglier things are the most precious. What it would feel like to have a pair of eyes like that look at you with such love. Such intensity your heart aches.
