I love your eyes
and the way they catch the sun.
I love how they light up
when you're excited
and I love the feeling
I get when you catch my gaze.

But this is not a love poem.
I love your eyes, but I hate you.

I hate you, because if I didn't,
I would love you.
I can't love you.

It takes all my takes all of my strength
to turn my eyes away from yours,
but I do,
because if I don't break you,
you will break me.

These days when you see me,
you find fascination in the floor,
but if ever again
your eyes meet mine,
I'll tell you I love them,

and I'll tell you I love you.