The Eyes That See

There’s a difference, subtle yet vast,

Between a gaze that lingers fast,

And one that takes its time to see,

The depth within your mystery.

A stare is cold, it seeks to claim,

To fix you in a frozen frame.

It strips away what lies inside,

Sees only surface, nothing wide.

But admiration’s gentle, kind,

It looks with heart, not just the mind.

It treasures all, both light and shade,

The beauty in the way you're made.

A stare is selfish, sharp, and bold,

Admiring, though, is soft, not cold.

It honors what it cannot touch,

But loves the essence just as much.

So let them stare, if that’s their way,

But those who truly care will stay.

For admiration sees the soul,

While staring only finds the goal.