His eyes.
I was focused on them.
His big, brown, beautiful eyes
They whispered secrets that I didn’t understand, but I was capable of keeping them.
When they blinked, mine blinked.
When they smiled, I smiled.
When they scorned, I sank.
His soft eyes told me what I needed to know.
Even when I don’t know what they told me.
His eyes may be brown, but I see them shining bright every day.