At first glance they look like they hold nothing, like no emotions flow through them.
At a closer glance they look like dull orbs that have seen much pain.
I see the pain in his eyes that most people look over. He tries to hide it but I can see it.
His eyes are like mirrors to his soul, a mirror to who he is.
I see a suffering soul, a hurt soul.
I can't stand seeing him suffer, I don't want him to be in pain.
I know I can help him, I have to help him.
He saved me from the men that look me away, he got me to safety.
His home was destroyed because of me. His mother was killed because of me.
I got rid of the evil men that destroyed all he loved, that kept me prisoner.
He saved me again years later. He took me to safety.
I saved his life by giving my own. I didn't know any other way to repay him for all he's done for me.
When I was dying in his arms, I looked into his eyes and saw his sadness, his anger.
I saw all the pain that he had suffered in his cobalt eyes.
Even now in a different time and a different world, I still see the same pain, the same suffering.
In his cobalt blue eyes, I see the pain of his heart, the pain of his soul.
I see a man that needs to be loved, that needs to be helped.
I see a man that has shut himself off from the world around him.
I plan to be the one that opens his heart and make his cobalt blue eyes shine.