They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. And I see straight into his.
Blue and bright. They are always looking down on me. Down from his tall
height. There is something about his smile so slight. The way his eyes glisten
in the light. There is something that feels so right. His eyes are my windows
And into them I stare. I've never felt more safe than when his fingers twist my
hair. I guess I didn't know what love was until now. It's looking into the eyes
of another and wondering how. How could something so great ever fall into my
lap. I guess that's why I no longer feel a gap.A gap in my heart where something
went missing. A gap in my heart
that is filled when we are kissing.
Into his eyes I look. One blink of
his thick lashes and I'm hooked.
I stare into something greater than
I. I stare into the eyes of my future
guy. His eyes are blue. Blue as the
sky. I stare and I think. And farther
into love I sink. It's a warm feeling
like when I'm wrapped in one of his
hugs. Finding love like this makes
my heart beat sound like drums. I
stand and I stare. Fingers twisted in
my hair. His smell filling the air. He's
so perfect I wonder if he is really
there. I stare into the windows praying
I never make them cloudy or leak.
Blue and bight. And sometimes white.
I love  his eyes. And his heart. But that
belongs to me. And it's only him that I
see. It's said that no love ever comes with a
guarantee. But I don't agree. Because I love
this boy. And he loves me.