love, and his eyes.

These eyes, they speak of dreams unspoken, of whispers carried on the wind, and every glance feels like a promise, a secret only meant for me. They do not ask for anything, yet they give everything— a love too deep to voice, a sweetness that lingers like the memory of a stolen touch. I come to you, with a heart full of quiet words, a thousand thoughts waiting to be whispered, a thousand tender confessions trembling on my lips, but when you are near, your gaze captures me, and all my words scatter, like fragile leaves in the wind. How do I speak, when all I want is to be lost in the way you see me? I long to say so much, but words — they slip through my mind, slowly, softly, killing me in their silence. How cruel, these eyes, — your eyes ... to leave me here, with this hunger, this ache that only you can ease— not to be seen by the world, but by you, and only you.