I was never a believer of destiny,
Until I looked into her eyes.
When I did that for the very first time
I knew she was special.
Her eyes are gray.
You'd think that people wouldn't have eyes like that.
But they do.
And they're absolutely beautiful.
The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
I want to see them every day for the rest of my life.
I remember during the Battle I looked into her eyes.
They were like a storm,
Beautiful and deadly all at the same time.
It was entrancing.
She is entrancing...
I believe her eyes show a piece of her soul.
Every day I see her I look into them
And feel as if a part of her is becoming a part of me.
I fall in love with her more and more every day
And it's all through those eyes
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Scarring & Healing
PoetryFawn Young, New York Times Bestselling Author, Destroyer of the Battle of the Races, the Last Chosen One for the Blacks Fawn wrote another book about the better part of her life after the Battle of the Races. This fills in some of the gaps between...
