I realized I wanted to look in those eyes for the first time,
They used to feel like home for quite some time.

Those are the eyes I don’t ever want to run away from,
A shelter in them, rare found, that keeps me running from.

“What is so beautiful about them?” I wonder.
I find my belief in them, after the wander.
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I know now how I feel when your eyes look into mine,
This can be my next safe place I feel, after such a long time.

This is me, learning to pour out first time in all these years,
And the reason is you, your eyes, in which I lose my little fears.

Somewhere between exchanging silly things & deep conversations with them,
I learnt to voice my words by then.
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The same eyes that I thought where I lost myself,
Fought to become the ones, now seems mirror to the self.

“You have a lot to express” I hear people say,
They’ll know I can now, as I have you anytime, any day.

“What is all this rain, after the storm?”
“Magic of those eyes, that always carried the warmth”.
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“Those eyes could be special” I thought,
For them being the reason feelings emerged other than thoughts.

As I write my first poem, the quest prevailed always, I remember.
But you became the Canvas I needed, the admirer.

I can never be the same, never let them go,
The reason is those two eyes, how can I let you know!