The eyes are the windows
to the soul
So I stare
Deeply and intensely.

and analyze you from the outside, in
Figuring out all the components that make you whole.
through those little windows.

Love was feeling our first touch
in that dimly lit room
where it was just me and you
hearing the sound of soft charms,
your lips meeting mine,
and the way you gazed at me
Love was having you there
just the two of us
and our delicate touch

Love was not the way
we just abandoned ship
but the way we got through it
making room where we see fit
Love wasn’t even supposed to be like this
Love was to be around you
Confused
With how I fit with someone
I barely knew
Realizing
All this Love was meant for you.

You
Are resting your eyes,
but I can still see right through
those little windows.