Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: My very own cheerleader - Mingsmommy - said post this...so I did.
His eyes smile at me even when his mouth doesn't. The warmth in his gaze, the humor and affection, touch me in ways I can't explain.
His eyes caress me, sliding over my face, telling me I'm special. Even on the worst day, a simple glance from him makes everything right.
His eyes locked on mine as he enters me touch my soul. Without the need to hide from the others, he pours his heart into that look.
His eyes tell me all the things he never says. Things he can't say. Things he won't say. I love his eyes.