Like amber, honey, and an ancient oak, all pooled into two small circles.
The infinite depth.
The laughter.
The games.
The tears.
The pain.That mind.
Reflected ten-fold in those eyes.That soul.
Shining as bright as the reflecting sun.That heart.
The love evident in those eyes.The understanding eyes.
The gentle eyes.
The knowing eyes.The eyes.
Never changing, never aging.
Ever gracious. Ever kind. Ever loving. Ever lasting.
Those eyes.
Like amber, honey, and an ancient oak, all pooled into two small circles.
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Ideas, Observations, And Thoughts Of An Introvert
RandomI am just an introvert with some crazy thoughts, paranoid ideas, mixed with some brilliant ideas. This will be to document those thoughts and ideas. Please try not to copy my ideas, as they wouldn't really be worth copying anyway.