I would be lying
if I told you
that I get lost
in your eyes.
Losing myself in you
would mean
that I had already been found.
It would mean
that your eyes showed me
something
that made me surrender
my sense of direction.
Direction in life,
Direction in that very moment.
But with you it's different.
I dwell
already
as a lost soul,
gazing through the windows of your eyes,
discovering a perfect me within them.
In you
I see my culmination,
in you
I am endowed.
I am not lost in your eyes,
I am found.
... I want to give this to Her. This has been something that has been on my mind that I couldn't seem to put to words. I hope I did the thoughts in my head justice with this little piece ...