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Mar 2015
His eyes pierce my soul,
And yet, he sees right through me.
He could look right into my eyes, and see directly past me.
His eyes could **** me.
His gaze leaves me speechless,
His laugh leaves me joyous,
His kiss leaves me breathless.
How does he do it.
I often wonder how he
has made me fall for him,
without even trying.
Before him, I never would have believed in love at first sight.
But the minute I laid eyes on him,
I knew I was in trouble.
I was in trouble because, he isn't the type to let you down easy.
He isn't the kind who would
catch you when you fall.
He's still a mystery to me.
But, does he even realize
what he does to me?
Can he see it on my face?
In my posture?
Do my eyes light up when I see him walking around the corner?
Does my voice change pitch when I speak to him,
about him,
with him?
Can he see that every time
we share space in a room,
my eyes wander to find his?
Can he even tell?

They say that the eyes are the
window to the soul,
what does that say about his eyes.
Written 3.9.15
Em
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Em  Lost Vegas, Nevada
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