Eyes.

To his eyes she had no flaws. Pure, honest, and innocent. All at once. He claims he loves her with every tear his eyes shed, every fear of a thought of losing her, and every night he wandered asleep looking for her in dreams. But never did she know he existed and little did she know he loved her. He tried saying-- Signaling, by looking at her, gazing intently into her eyes. His slightly dark green to her wide bright brown. She smiles politely and nods her way out. The image that got stuck to his memory, that image of that kind of green. But little did Eyes know, everything hides under an eye's seams.