Do you ever stop to think, that the eyes aren’t simply just a window to our souls, but perhaps a cosmic spectacle that shows our deepest secrets, should we find our mirror and they see it?
I see the stars in your irises tell a quiet tale of the way you love. The celestial language of hidden desires, guised as clusters glowing reverently, and far off galaxies where we exist differently.
The crows left their foot print in the corners of your eyes, and that tells me you smile often; big and wide. It also reminds me how sage you are. To turn your cheeks up towards the moon so often, your skin bends in compliance and delicately softens. It shows your sterling way of handling things with grace, as time lets that be visible on your darling face.
I love the person you are. The flaws you have, and those pesky scars. I love the way you sing my name, not very fast or slow, just soft and low in elegant cadence that everyone knows.
You’re dreamy, and I love you.
Just thought you should know