Eyes.
Your eyes are soft and pacifying, akin to a moon’s glow on a silent winter night, when stars appear and glisten. Your eyes are inscrutable, beautiful, meaningful. Holding much more than words could ever mean or signify. And I look into them, smiling, wondering if you could ever let that gaze go and would happen if you did. For it is an energy, a kind of eclectic gravity that binds our hearts as one. We do not say much. I probably say too much, going around in circles asking about you. But you’re still looking at me, smiling silently, confidently and carefully. And I want much more than this. I did not expect your wildfire to be so tamed and calm. I did not expect your confidence and flattering soul to hide and deeply embed itself into your heart. I didn’t expect you to look at me with such pride, such grace and appreciation. You have somehow turned some things around. Perhaps I’m not as lenient as I think I am. I’m not as reactive as I used to be. I’ve changed to domin...