I glance up from my desk, catch your eyes for a moment; drop my own. Im captivated. Eyes. You have such beautiful eyes. They’re blue, but not cold and distant; warm and inviting. So large, big and beautiful. We never speak; or rarely so. But your eyes speak for you, They speak volumes about a life I don’t yet know about. They hold secrets. You hardly know me. Only things about me. Can this change? Will it? Maybe…but until then ill just keep looking deeper into those beautiful eyes.
October 21, 2010