you know that feeling.
when you look in her eyes,
and you know, its not just that you see them anywhere you go,
all over the world.
but its all of the world, all that you know, all that you love
reflected in those eyes,
back at you.
blue and green,
when seen
in those eyes in which you stare at so desperately,
separately,
are the colors not only of the land and the sea
but the shades of the strings,
clinging you
to reality.
Cliché though it might be
to suggest that she
in her eyes, in her soul
that she had the key,
she has the key
to that which holds all things dear to me,
i see
no other way to describe that feeling she leaves
in me
when i look in her eyes, and there sits she
hand in hand
staring back at me.