His eyes were the ones that told me they loved me.
The ones that made me catch my breath, everytime I saw them.
His eyes were the ones that lit up my world.
The ones that made my heart race.
His eyes, the same which were on his beautiful face.
But, it were his eyes which had a story.
They told me all about him.
All of his stories.
But, they never showed me his true intentions.
His eyes, masked his deception.
His eyes, like jewels in a museum, caught my attention.
When I look at them, I'm hypnotized.
But only then had I realized,
There was another pair, which was right for him.
His eyes never stopped loving me,
But they never started too.
