And if I were to give you the heavens and all of the stars within them, it would still not be enough, for you my dear, are worth a countless much more; if only you could see it so...

It's easy to forget a pretty face, but the one with the beautiful mind, whose essence captivates your very soul, how do you forget them?

I've learnt of deceit, betrayed by my own smile, that ceases to hide, as her name resonates through the empty confines where rationality once resided, in the presence of eyes so deep; the oceans seem shallow, and lips red like summer evening strawberries before a sunset. My body conveys a message, my brain has no time to articulate the same, my heart won this race, pacing.

Those eyes show me glimpses of a beautiful soul. She feels so familiar, so intimate, I've waited an eternity to discover that mine was incomplete; without hers, completely lost in that gaze, so lost without the drowning stare of those ocean eyes, I've found purpose in sinking, in falling.

Do you believe, as I do, that our souls spoke, long before our lips ever got a chance to?

It was those eyes of hers, when I looked into them, they spoke to me, they showed me history and hope; the kindness that only pain knows how to nurture, and joy, those eyes were unforgiving in their determination, and without knowing when or how, I was hopelessly, endlessly, in love.