Windows to his soul

Tired and sleep deprived,
she finally goes to bed.

And she falls asleep
thinking of his eyes

He once sent her a picture of those eyes,
just his eyes,
because she told him 
how much she loved getting lost in them.

But no picture can quite catch
what she adores about him.

His eyes.
The very first thing she noticed about him.
Uncannily intense.
Magnetic.
Piercing,
to the depths of her soul.
Gentle and loving, too.

His eyes.
Windows to an exceptional soul