Wandering Mind

Your Eyes

They say that the eyes are windows to the soul~

Which to me sounds as cliché a beginning as any. And yet you have the most astonishing eyes, as I have yet to see another that could even hope to compare. The warmth and joy that they radiate when you smile makes my heart start to soar, as nothing can compare to your smile. The twinkle of merriment that appears as your laugh resonates from every corner of the room leaves me wishing with all my might, wish on a shooting star, wishing as the clock turns 11:11, that you'll always laugh like that, no matter what.

Although it has to be said, that when ever I see that spark in your eyes, that  spark that makes my heart race and my breath catch in my throat (though not for the reasons you might think), I can't help but feel captivated. As your anger is astounding. More often than not, I am thankful that I am not the unfortunate one that awakened the frightful devil that I know all to well lurks within those shadowy orbs. Observing your furious eyes is like witnessing, with horror like fascination, the destruction of a planet, as in a matter of seconds your world crumbles to ruin.

And yet I would much prefer seeing that almighty spark in your eyes than to see your beautiful, bewitching eyes overflow with crystal like tears. Oh how I hope to never again see those tears. My heart shatters like broken glass upon seeing those tears fall from those enchanting eyes, and roll slowly down your scarred, yet still unbearably soft skin. I vowed in that moment to always dry away your tears and comfort you with sweet nothings whispered in you ear.

Of course knowing you as I do, you would be to proud to allow yourself to be comforted for long and oh does it show in your sweet eyes. More than likely you'd simply roll your eyes and attempt to bounce back to your former state of mischievous winks and fluttering lashes, the sorrow never fully gone, but hidden behind a false bravado of playful mischievousness, because what is life without a little fun?

And after all that I'm always left wondering, how can eyes that see so little portray so much? Eyes that shall never fully focus on one thing, see a whole world of things unimaginable to someone such as I? And the only conclusion that I can draw, is because they're Your Eyes.

~JJ