The Encounter of our Eyes

The Encounter of our Eyes

There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.

The look of them does things to my equilibrium, I cannot say.

The look of them shows me facets of you, I couldn’t say.

The look of them shows me the real you, I can say.

There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.

Your eyes do crazy things to me, I must say.

Your eyes tell me everything you can’t say.

Your eyes show me everything you don’t say.

There’s something in your eyes that catches my fancy.

It’s the look of them, I think.

Or maybe the intensity with which you stare back into mine.

As I look into your hazel eyes,

And you into my chocolate-brown ones;

There only one thing fluttering through my brain.

The fine-tuning between them,

Their language -

Unbeknownst to us;

Saying a million things

That we can’t comprehend.

I see in your eyes,

The desire for more.

Something primitive,

Akin to desire,

Is it lust?

Or love?

I’d like to think it is.

A shiver runs down my spine.

Call me a Romantic,

Or call me a Dreamer,

I’m still a realist.

I know what I see in your eyes,

Because I know it reflects what’s in mine.

The angst, the anxiousness, the eagerness to be one,

To be meshed into one another’s soul.

To be one- in every sense of the word.

The Encounter of our Eyes