In her eyes shone eternity
and I was lost in it.
It spoke of adventure
and freedom;
A life well lived.
Her heart,
though it had been broken,
was mended to give.
I saw islands and oceans.
She'd traveled the world.
It was terrifying
and it was brave,
but it was hers.
And as I stared in to
those fathomless eyes,
they stared back
and I knew...
The world was hers and
she was mine.
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? Do the eyes staring back say what you hoped they would? Can you even hold their stare?