The world truly is a wonderful place when you realize you aren't alone. Spending four hours with the beautiful girl beside me, and I understood the meaning of life; to live for her. The way her pale tiny fingers would gently navigate to the side of her face, moving a piece of her outstanding, brilliant black hair and placing it gently behind her dainty ears, revealing the eyes I have surrendered to. Her eye lashes were the hand carved frame to the priceless artwork before me. The color of her eye was unique, nothing I had ever seen. But, it was not un-expected considering these eyes belonged to Alice. They shinned a bright gold, contrasted with light grays and mahogany browns, her eyes seemed to go forever, getting slightly darker the closer it got to her pupil. The dark charcoal that surrounded her pupil reminded me of art in itself, it was the lead of a pencil, the imagination's form of communication. It was not simply how beautiful the coloring of her eyes was, but more of how her eyes talked. They screamed. You take one look into her wide, trusting eyes and you see a young soul…somehow lost, tortured. You double take, and look back. But the scared child-like gleam in her eyes is replaced with genuine devotion. Her eyes mirror the smile on her porcelain face, the same smile that is also copied in my heart, engraved forevermore.