Her eyes were prying into mine,
Her gaze, fixed upon me so intensely, unshaken, told a story,
It was as if her eyes looked for mine,
She was done with hers and needed another,
Could it be because of the passion they showed,
The love that burned within these crystal like eyeballs, now she could touch the yearning,
Could it be because she wanted to feel what I felt?
Was she looking for love?
