The thing about your eyes is that they cannot lie.
For what lies behind them is your soul.
So I stare into them as if peeping into a window,
To see you bare,
And unknowingly unashamed.
So much is held in your eyes;
Pain, pleasure, sorrow, joy
By holding your gaze
I feel I hold all of the intricacies of who you are.
So I love your eyes because they show me how to better love you.