When he looks at me, I see who I want to be and who I wish I could be...I love his eyes
When he looks at me, his eyes seem to dance with thought and the butterflies race around in my tummy...I love his eyes
When he looks at me, I wonder what he thinks about; what does he see?...I love his eyes
When he looks at me, I see the man he is and the man he longs to be; I want to know every part of him...no matter how good or how bad or anything in between...I love his eyes
When he looks at me, I long for the day that I can look into them for the rest of my life...if it is God's Will.
I love his eyes.
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very pretty. Did you write it?
I did, write it...just last night and thank you!
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