Love, And His Eyes.
These eyes,
they speak of dreams unspoken,
of whispers carried on the wind,
and every glance feels like a promise,
a secret only meant for me.
They do not ask for anything,
yet they give everything—
a love too deep to voice,
a sweetness that lingers
like the memory of a stolen touch.
I come to you,
with a heart full of quiet words,
a thousand thoughts waiting to be whispered,
a thousand tender confessions trembling on my lips,
but when you are near,
your gaze captures me,
and all my words scatter,
like fragile leaves in the wind.
How do I speak,
when all I want is to be lost
in the way you see me?
I long to say so much,
but words —
they slip through my mind,
slowly, softly,
killing me in their silence.
How cruel, these eyes,
— your eyes ...
to leave me here,
with this hunger,
this ache that only you can ease—
not to be seen by the world,
but by you,
and only you.
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