Entranced
...its what i feel everytime i look into his eyes. i could go on forever about his eyes. its something about the love, passion, and devotion he feeds to me. or maybe the way he just constantly looks at me that makes me need to look every single time.
when i first met him, he would just look at me for the longest time. every time i'd ask him what? why are you looking at me? he told me that he just wanted to look... at first i found this kind of weird....his stares where intense...made me feel a little uncomfortable and i felt like there was something behind them...something i didn't know. now...i crave for those stares. i love those looks. i know he's looking at me...i'm in his eyes...the only one in his eyes.
he looks in my eyes and searches for my love, my devotion....and i hope when he looks...he sees every thing he's looking for. i hope i answer his questions with a slight twinkle or a flash of love shooting through them. i hope my eyes give him what he needs without me ever having to say a word. because i know his do that for me.
when i first met him, he would just look at me for the longest time. every time i'd ask him what? why are you looking at me? he told me that he just wanted to look... at first i found this kind of weird....his stares where intense...made me feel a little uncomfortable and i felt like there was something behind them...something i didn't know. now...i crave for those stares. i love those looks. i know he's looking at me...i'm in his eyes...the only one in his eyes.
he looks in my eyes and searches for my love, my devotion....and i hope when he looks...he sees every thing he's looking for. i hope i answer his questions with a slight twinkle or a flash of love shooting through them. i hope my eyes give him what he needs without me ever having to say a word. because i know his do that for me.
