I have eyes that twinkle brightly and see the world with love, wanting always to look with hope toward the future yet occasionally glancing back upon a lifetime's multitude of memories. They are eyes filled to overflowing with the reflection of my beloved, for at times he is all I wish to see. Mine are happy laughing eyes in the presence of children and they cry and hurt and beg to look away in the wake of human cruelty. These eyes whilst sleeping have beheld playful dreams. And too the garish nightmares of my mind. They are curious orbs that marvel at the wonder of God's creation longing to linger unceasingly upon purple's, and boys, and sky. These eyes wide open entered this world blinded by brightest light Just as one day they will dim and close forever to this world. Dark for no more than the blink of a moment, Only to awaken now truly able to see gazing upon the beautiful face of my savior and the brightest light will blind them once more. This is the story of my eyes. Look into them and you will know me.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 24, 2019 8:14 AM MDT
I cast my gaze ritualistically many times daily into your eyes.... That is where my dreams, my hope, my future, my desires and my life reside. You are beautiful in every way
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