I look deep into his eyes
trying to see my forever
trying to redeem the lost time
trying to envision a life
together...

If the eyes are windows to the soul
then where exactly am I?
As I trek deeper into the confines
of those beautiful eyes,
I have to wonder to myself
do the eyes sometimes tell lies?

How do I know that
it's *our future I see?
Not reels of the past,
visions of lost dreams...

As I stare deeper,
his eyes captivate me
as I look at him intently
I wonder the reverse,
what does he see?

his face becomes a blur
as I get lost within those lashes
his soul is aflame with passion
as I sift through the ashes

what tragedies,
what agonies,
what misspent youth
what vindications,
what feelings,
what untold truth?

I'm driving myself crazy
with these guesses aloof
maybe we aren't meant
to know another's soul
escape their eyes with
valid proof

I come back to reality
and softly grab his face,
kiss him sweet and softly
enjoy the embrace

I don't think even a lifetime
would reveal what the eyes,
what the soul
*sees