They say the eyes are a window into the soul. Well, it must be true because when you caught my gaze from across the room I knew you saw me. Saw all the good, the bad, the crazy, the past, the future. When you held my gaze, you held my beating heart in the palm of your soft hands and time stood still. Nothing else mattered. Woman, I am still a sappy, sticky mess but I am yours, dripping through your fingers like honey. You call me Honey and I call you Mine.