I fell in love with your eyes.

The sparkle that I see behind them,
The irises coloured a deep chocolate
Made fresh from a cocoa tree.

The smile that goes with it,
Lighting up a million stars.

The tantalizing look they give me,
Every time they catch my gaze.

Today,
I realize.
I fell in love with your eyes.

Farmers working in the springtime paddies,
  Under the hot summer sun.
Flowers and trees surrounding the ***** streets of the village,
    A seed of life in despair.
A girl lost within the heart of the town,
      Looking for what is lost.
A long-forgotten story buried deep into the past,
                                              

      Resurfacing from the power of one girl.

I love the sparkle in your eye
The bridge of your nose
The curve of your palms
The shy stride of your legs
The adorable smile of yours
The way you look at me.
I see.

I love your laugh
The way you slyly touch my shoulder
Or give an excuse to touch my hand
The way you whisper to me
The jokes that only we seem to understand
The shy looks you give me out of the corner of your eyes
I totally see.

I completely and truthfully see.

That moment where it doesn't matter anymore,
That moment where you can just let go,
Free.
That moment where it is just you,
That moment when you are all to yourself,
Alone.
That moment when it always matters,
That moment when it infected your mind,
Love.
That moment where time just casually stops,
That moment where all movement ceases,
Time.
That moment.

I met you at the chance,
A coincidence,
But I never believed in those.

I learned to believe in fate.

The connection between us instantly clicked,
Like a cord to a power plug,
Like a button on a blouse,
Like rain to the ground.

We talked and talked and talked and tal---
till the teacher told me to stop.

One day in my favorite class--Art,
I was listening to my music and drawing trying to ignore the feelings I was beginning to feel,
Forgetting you existed---forgetting you changed my world.
But your voice drowned my music with a simple question,
"What are you listening to?"
Figuring out a reply,
"Just some random song, its really old, like 2003---"
Stopping myself before I start blathering,
"Come'on, what song is it?" you say, with a big smile on your face.
What if he makes fun of my music? What if he hates me after I show him?
But without having to choose, I hear your voice again interrupting my thoughts
My iPod in your hand and a simple reply,
"I love this song"
I take out my left earphone and pass it too you silently,
and we sit like this, both of us dazed in the thought of---