I fell in love with his eyes.
Not because of their shape or color,
But because of the way they looked at me.
As if I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
He looked at me with absolute care and love.
And I felt as though I could pour my whole being into him.
I fell in love with his eyes,
And then all at once I fell for him.
Now I’m stuck, once again, loving someone who will never love me back.
But I’ll be content,
As long as I can see those eyes.