In his eyes
Well, there is something...
Something so genuine
So caring, that i just stand there
Staring at his eyes.

He is the only one that knows me
That loves me
Not for my looks
but for the quirkyness inside me.

Does he pressure me?
Never. He is always patient
Waiting for me to see what he sees.
To look at him as he looks at me.

God i love him.
There are instinces in which
i fall so hard, i cant concentrate.
And the world disappears from around me.

In his Eyes
I melt inside.
Listening to each word
coming out his mouth like its for the last time.

Oh, do i dream of the day
to wake up beside him and watch him sleep.
And to whisper so faintly "i love you"
That he just feels it and whispers it back.