I meet your gaze and try to define the boundless palpable energy that swells when our pupils align.
It elicits the sensation of a familiar comfort, such as running my fingers along the corrugated ribbon attached to my childhood stuffed animal, laced with the sentiment of intrepid adventure.
An immeasurable attraction that I imagine only the 'Big Bang' comes close to matching in intensity and preliminary growth.
I scavenge my mind trying to find the vocabulary adequate enough to even sprits the palate of emotion that could describe our eye contact; Holding each word to the light to see if it shines brightly enough.
Finally, I found it. Only a seed of the colossal forest. Still, it will do.
There is no way to translate the spirit of your glance, other than cosmic magnetism.