The Mist
The mist lifts, for a moment
And she sees
For the first time since she's met him, she actually sees
That beneath the messy black hair is a thoughtful young man
That the hazel eyes are windows to a pure, courageous soul
That the casual smirk hides a caring, loving persona
And then, the mist descends again
But this time, its thinner
~littlegirlgonemad~
Author's Note: So? Tell me what you thought in a review!