Snuggles

It's Always The Eyes

When she fails to form words and stays quiet, it's her eyes that speak volumes.
When she cannot hold her excitement about the constellation she found, it's her eyes that twinkle and I can witness the entire galaxy in them.
The spark in her eyes, when she speaks of her dreams,lights darkness within me.
The hope her eyes hold, before every downpour is worth dieing for.
Her eyes tell a story, the tale of time and fate,
the longings of sun and moon, the stories she has read and lived through.
She holds poems of love and dejections in her eyes, the reflection of every memory dear to her.
Her eyes question, questions I could never answer, questions that keep me awake and leave me in amazement,
everytime I look into them,
everytime,
those eyes meet mine.

A thousand things of beauty,
but,
It's always the eyes.