As I looked into your eyes, I unearthed the reason I loved the forgotten leaves that tumbled across the pavement in autumn.
I came to realise that the warmth of a person comes not from the cages of their arms, but the embrace of their soul.
Only at that moment did it become unquestionably apparent that every secret I ever harboured had become burnished in the deep mahogany of your eyes.

In time, I hope to rid myself of the feeling of inadequacy.
But for now I'm secure in the knowledge that love is not only blind, but foolish also.