Running my fingers through his silky dark hair
I notice his eyes
His eyes that whisper love
His eyes that hold secrets I can keep
His eyes that are hiding something I don’t know
His sorry, loving eyes
That make me forgive him no matter what he does

His eyes.
I was focused on them.
His big, brown, beautiful eyes
They whispered secrets that I didn’t understand, but I was capable of keeping them.
When they blinked, mine blinked.
When they smiled, I smiled.
When they scorned, I sank.
His soft eyes told me what I needed to know.
Even when I don’t know what they told me.
His eyes may be brown, but I see them shining bright every day.