She's so calm. Even after a concert, where she should by rights be excited and hyper, I can pull her close and look into her eyes and see tranquillity. Eyes are the windows to the soul and Lenne's are no exception: love, joy and laughter all shine from her eyes, but always tempered by an innate peace.
I've never seen her cry. She'd always much rather be happy than let sorrow show in her eyes.
Even now, when we lie dying, together but just out of reach, even as a tear trickles down her cheek I can see acceptance in her eyes. I wish I could kiss the tear away.