I see it in HIS EYES

His eyes are dark

brown and deep

warm and kind

yet troubled with sleep.


I know beneath their glossy surface

He is hiding secrets.

Secrets that keep him up at night.


I see it in his eyes;

A tornado of broken thoughts,

I want to know them,

to put the pieces back together,

to solve the mystery that is him.


But beyond the hurt that clouds his eyes,

I see warmth, golden suns

that ignite the brown depths.


The warmth is not just in his eyes

it is all over his face, spreading

like a warm breeze in winter.

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