My Eyes and Yours

I want to talk to you more with my eyes than with my tongue, because my tongue is so confused, so faltering, too human. They told me the eyes are the window to the soul, but I've found that they are the sort of windows with a rusted latch, and I can't quite climb out anymore. That is, till the day that we sat down and gazed deep into each other's eyes. Your deep soulful eyes were like the antirust to the rusted latch of mine, and I found more about myself through your eyes than through my own.

I have to admit it. I have fallen so deeply in love with you. I have looked deep into many people's eyes, and to be honest, yours emitted a strange twinkling and fire that I never truly saw in anyone else's. I can never forget that fire, no matter how far we may be from each other physically. You have unlatched my rusty soul windows, and now they remain open only for you and you alone. Each time that I gaze deep into your eyes, I find that I have lost my usual surly self, and have reached a strange state of calmness and fiery passion, the only kind that you alone can ignite within me.

The words, the words that I never knew how to say, they radiated from my eyes to yours. At least, I think that they did---I can never be too sure, really. But each time I look at you, and into your beautiful green eyes, I find myself there, together with you, with nothing separating us. It is a magical moment that no one else can truly comprehend---it is our little secret meeting place.

Windows with a rusted latch, fixed and opened to the intercourse amongst the lovers. You helped me climb out of my shell, and I have slowly learnt the meaning to love and to be loved.

Ida dear, I love you.

(Originally from X-peri Mental Writings, now defunct. First published 21 Dec 2008 21:37:00)