A set of eyes stare back into my own;
I see reflected in them the intensity of the
Passion that I feel,
And my world begins to haze ...
As I melt into the warmth
Of your blueish grey eyes
I search their depths for a
Soul
Like my own ...
We are both hoping,
Both lost, but waiting ...
For someone to walk quietly beside
in the darkness
Someone to hold the hand of
in the heat of passion
Someone to experience awe with
in a moment of beauty
Someone to understand unspoken thoughts
and deepest feelings...
And as I continue to gaze
Into your Eyes
Soul searching ...
You shed a single tear ...
A tear of happiness.
I lift my hand
To brush it from your cheek, but ...
....
I hit glass,
And am reminded
It is only a raindrop that has fallen
On my reflection
in the window.
Birth sign: Libra
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