when you look into my eyes, what do you see?
do you see what I do when I look at you?
do you see the possibilities,
the opportunities?
do you see the ugliness that is so obscure it becomes an artist's best creation?
because when I look at you, and boy do I ever,
i see a reflection of everything I've ever wanted to be.

when a window is opened, what do you notice?
which sense is disturbed first?
is it the coolness as it slips through the bumps on your skin,
is it the whistles the wind sings to your ears,
is it the smell of the crispness that the earth provides,
or is it the sight of the gift the world's given you?
because when I open my windows and I allow myself to sense you,
i can not decipher which sense I feel first.
all at once they explode within me and all that lingers is warmth.

so, again, when you look into my eyes, what do you see?
because I see an ideal that I can't quite grasp.