Your eyes were love

Your hands seemed cold, your nails were blue, and your fingers were shaking.

I caught your secret smile when you turned your head away, the corner of your eyes formed a tiny wrinkle.

Your voice was soft, your words hushed, and your lips were pretty.

Your presence was calm, but it made me dizzy.

You were quick to straighten your lips when you caught my eyes on you, but your eyes opened the door to your soul.

I had never seen eyes like yours before.

Unwavering, confident, beautiful eyes. Your brown eyes held warmth and curiosity. I felt giddy when you reciprocated my gaze, I couldn't look away, and neither did you.

Time stopped, the world got quiet, and so did my head.

We had a secret conversation, and I felt innocent happiness. The kind of warm joy you feel when your mother kisses your forehead, when a kitten falls asleep in your arms, when you feel the warm sun kiss your skin after a cold night.

My eyes watered with an unfamiliar feeling of excitement, a rush of emotions I didn't know I could feel. But you never looked away. You validated my passion with your own tearful smile.

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Bathed in the warmth of your eyes' embrace,

in the tender depths of your gaze,

in the whispers of your smile's soft curve,

your eyes, dear one, were love.