Light peaks through these eyes. Bright with life, at looking to something more. Or maybe just something regular. You know because as much as I fear the word Love. It often occurs to me that just don't know what is. I know I've given and been given it. But I never really stopped long enough to see what it was. And I don't know why I'm writing about Love at 2:30 in the morning. I guess I want to share something with someone to keep us from losing touch.