Her Eyes

I've seen them.
Her eyes.
I've seen them in all different light. Different stories. Fears. Joy's.
I've seen them in her ups. Her downs.
I've seen her eyes
The pain and warning they shot after a bad joke.
The love and confidence after the vows.
I've seen them in the dark, giving me a sight of the moon in them, like a foreign piece of art.
I've seen them in the light, reflecting how foolish I was to make them cry.
I've seen that stare. Excitement.
I respect them. I respect her.
Her eyes tell a story only few could relate.
I wasn't one.