"You have the most expressive eyes," I whispered. Sigh. I wish you heard it.
I still don't know... Is it the way your eyes outshine the stars whenever you gladly walk me through on how your team won a game or two Or is it the way you lay your soul naked to me every time you play a song whilst listening, to you I'll doze off so long That I loved more about you.
I'll never know... If with the same lens I used to capture you, we clicked for a snap second once or twice; fragile as we are, have we developed lies? If the stares during the exchange of wits, bear no meaning like a card discarded or 1/6 chance of 4 when a thrown dice landed Will a twisted meaning seem right and wrong at the same time?
"You have the most expressive eyes," you mumbled.
"I love you too."
This one is the happy version of eyes. This one's for you my cheeky friend. ☀️