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Looking Into Your Eyes is Like
Looking into your eyes is like looking into a cup of freshly brewed coffee:
Chocolate swirls dipped in a caramel froth
With the purest of whites surrounding the dark stains.
Stains that emanate from the depths of your darkest secrets
That stay hidden — very well hidden — in your blackening soul.
Yet your eyes are what pull me in toward the horizon.
The horizon of us, that is.
Looking into your eyes is like whispering to the winds,
I love you.
I love you, from the bottom of my heart,
Which seems to float alongside my murmurs
When I shift my gaze from the fleeting future to the present.
My present is you.
You, and your bronzed eyes that force me to utter the words I used to dread.
Looking into your eyes is like escaping reality toward a stormy ocean,
Feigning assured calmness that we will survive the weather together.
Perhaps the storm I foresee is what our future will be.
But I dare take the risk,
In case the storm I see is but a reflection of your past.
For you see, I too have come through a storm,
Which is also set to replay amidst the blues and greens in my…
