Her smile makes my knees go weak, it's probably the most beautiful thing I've seen in my short life. It radiates from her face, and affects those around her. Contagious. Contagious is the word I'm looking for. But it's not just a smile, it's not just something she does. It's her.

Her smile is something that she is. It's not purely for the aesthetic pleasure of those around her. No, it means much more. So much more lies behind that smile, so many secrets never told, guilt beyond belief, and perhaps love both confessed and unrequited.

But, it's not her smile that truly mystifies me. It's quite the opposite actually. It's when her face seemingly tenses, brows knit slightly together, and mouth set in a serious line that I am truth captivated by her. Though what strikes me most are her eyes. Her eyes set intently on her target, and a steely gaze takes over. It's hard to tell if its pure intensity, cruelty, or a possible mixture of both. But what cannot be denied is her passion. Through her steely gaze passion leaks through, and it's almost impossible not to see it. That's when she's sure of herself. When she's allowed to drop the smiles and laughter, she's sure. She knows who she is, what she's become, and she has no doubts about what's transpired in the past.

They say smiles speak the truth, and tell stories of their own. Sure, I can admit that's true. But to me, based only off of my observations, intensity shows the real character of a person. Intensity means passion, and passion is what makes someone the person they are. I may not know this woman very well, or I may know her quite well. The sad truth of it is, is that only she knows.