Emotional eyes are what you say I have,
but how can I hide my love for you?

You say its hard for you,
hard to love me back,
the way I do
but how so?

Your eyes pull every emotion out of my entire existence,
like air forced out of my lungs;
so smooth and powerful
but essential to life.

I can't help but look back into those inviting eyes,
which lead deep into your erratic soul.
You keep me guessing.

But when you look through me,
through my broken eyes,
into my predictable soul.

You effortlessly reveal and heal
the pain that lies deep behind
my emotional eyes.