Your Eyes

I love your eyes.

I’ve always loved your eyes.

Your eyes are kind. They truly are windows to your loving soul. It is clear to see how much you care for those around you. Your eyes shine so brightly when you laugh with your friends. They soften as you listen to the worries your loved ones have in their lives and light up as they share funny stories or small victories. Your eyes glisten with compassion for each client, gallery intendant and fellow artist you encounter daily, despite how much you may disagree with them.

Your eyes are curious. They observe the world, yearning for more knowledge each and every day. They look at each new thing with such delight. You look for inspiration in everything as you roam the streets, taking in each new site, new café, new smell, new flavour and new face. You look at every passing face, deep in thought, eyes fixed on some detail that has caught your attention. You sketch landscapes around each face as you watch people pass by and transform their mundane lives into art. You paint the skies with the colours of the day you’ve experienced and the people you’ve seen. I wonder what your eyes will look like when you see me for the first time.

Your eyes are bewitching. Alluring. They call to me. Your eyes have never met mine, but they are meant to be together. I just know it. I know it is our destiny to gaze into each other’s eyes. I yearn to see how you look at me, how you study what you see. I yearn to see your beautiful eyes closer than ever before, to take them, to have and to hold. See even deeper into the person behind the eyes. See the things no other person is allowed to see. You do not know it yet, but soon, our gazes shall meet.

Your eyes are expressive. I love that about them above all else. I can see each emotion in them so clearly. Your happiness. And serenity. Your eyes always take on a serene gleam when you’re on your way home. But tonight something is different. Now your eyes look shocked. Caught off guard. Surprised. And that surprise slowly turns into suspicion. You’re unsure. You don’t know what to think. And then I see the fear. Oh, your sweet, delicious fear. Fear looks so good on you. Terror grips your heart as I step closer.

The light in the alley hits your eyes beautifully. And you realise what’s happening.

I admire the soft hues of green and blue in your irises as they stare back at me, unblinking.

I’ve always loved your eyes.

And now they’re all mine.

Forever.