They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

“Of course.”

Your eyes are of the most beautiful ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

They tell me a story.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from within.

I hear the old cry of your eyes, pounding in my ears.

I wonder if you knew,

Did you know I could see these memories and the pain they bring you?

That I look deep into your eyes and see the pain you once endured?

I wonder if you can see mine as well, hidden beneath the dark brown and black.

Can you see the pain be wiped away by the stormy grey of your blue eyes?

Can you see my eyes lighten up from the darkness?

From the hell that they’ve lived in for so long?

I know that you love me,

but do you love me enough to keep the darkness away forever?

I can see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while

within your ocean of blues and greys.

That’s when I can tell you’re truly happy,

Every time I see that flash of lightening I know that we were meant to be.