Your Eyes
If I'm in love with your eyes, am I then in love with you?
Or am I in love with you because of your eyes?
Or am I in love with your eyes because of you?
Or am I in love with you?
The light that graces those eyes, the blue, tinged with violet, the wide- eyed expression of innocence. The wide-eyed warrior, with the smile. Your eyes. The colour itself is a perfect reflection of you.
They are a blend of blue and violet, and violet of more blue, and red, the strongest and weakest parts of a flame. From a distance, your eyes look cobalt blue, like mine, and the closer I am allowed to get, the more I see the violet. You are a perfect mix of strength and weakness. I have always envied you. So envied you.
But sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wonder what lurks behind those cheery, deceptive eyes. And now I realize what it is. And it lies within your smile.
And now I must ask:
If I'm in love with your smile, then am I in love with you?
For that smile is so you that I cannot help but be in love with it.
So am I in love with you?
I am not speaking of the smile that you flash at passerby, stunning them with your looks and your charm. Nor of the faintly sadistic smile that comes into play as you sit at the controls of your Gundam, or the smile that flashes briefly when you become the God of Death.
That real smile, real, the one that shows who you are, that strips away all the barriers, that gives me a glance into your very soul. Your beautiful, unmarred, soul. Just think of it, though. Seems so difficult to contain- contain .
Who you are- all you are- everything you are- your entire being- in something so small, rare, and so infrequently seen.
But the more you think on it, the more it makes sense. People, seeing you smile at them, without even thinking of whether or not it's real, are immediately captivated by smiling and enigmatic eyes. And a real smile is seen so rarely that only the briefest, most rushed glances can been seen of you.
You.
And I guess that's why I love you.
Because of your smile.
And your eyes.
And because of you.
Just .
You.
Lokogato: well . thatz finally over and done with. I couldn't figure out an ending so I just cut it short . is it ok this way? Duz it suck? Would it suck even if I didn't screw the ending? Talk to me, ppl! Reviewing is the best way! And flame all u like! Heck, it could even help my warped writing along a bit! REVIEW!! O, and pertaining to the coupling . I dunno what it is. It could b anyone w/ Duo, seeing as there's no reference to a person the thoughts belong to . so it could be the intended 1x2, 2x3, 2x4, 2x5, 2xH, etc, etc . but not all of them together!!
If I'm in love with your eyes, am I then in love with you?
Or am I in love with you because of your eyes?
Or am I in love with your eyes because of you?
Or am I in love with you?
The light that graces those eyes, the blue, tinged with violet, the wide- eyed expression of innocence. The wide-eyed warrior, with the smile. Your eyes. The colour itself is a perfect reflection of you.
They are a blend of blue and violet, and violet of more blue, and red, the strongest and weakest parts of a flame. From a distance, your eyes look cobalt blue, like mine, and the closer I am allowed to get, the more I see the violet. You are a perfect mix of strength and weakness. I have always envied you. So envied you.
But sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wonder what lurks behind those cheery, deceptive eyes. And now I realize what it is. And it lies within your smile.
And now I must ask:
If I'm in love with your smile, then am I in love with you?
For that smile is so you that I cannot help but be in love with it.
So am I in love with you?
I am not speaking of the smile that you flash at passerby, stunning them with your looks and your charm. Nor of the faintly sadistic smile that comes into play as you sit at the controls of your Gundam, or the smile that flashes briefly when you become the God of Death.
That real smile, real, the one that shows who you are, that strips away all the barriers, that gives me a glance into your very soul. Your beautiful, unmarred, soul. Just think of it, though. Seems so difficult to contain- contain .
Who you are- all you are- everything you are- your entire being- in something so small, rare, and so infrequently seen.
But the more you think on it, the more it makes sense. People, seeing you smile at them, without even thinking of whether or not it's real, are immediately captivated by smiling and enigmatic eyes. And a real smile is seen so rarely that only the briefest, most rushed glances can been seen of you.
You.
And I guess that's why I love you.
Because of your smile.
And your eyes.
And because of you.
Just .
You.
Lokogato: well . thatz finally over and done with. I couldn't figure out an ending so I just cut it short . is it ok this way? Duz it suck? Would it suck even if I didn't screw the ending? Talk to me, ppl! Reviewing is the best way! And flame all u like! Heck, it could even help my warped writing along a bit! REVIEW!! O, and pertaining to the coupling . I dunno what it is. It could b anyone w/ Duo, seeing as there's no reference to a person the thoughts belong to . so it could be the intended 1x2, 2x3, 2x4, 2x5, 2xH, etc, etc . but not all of them together!!
