Those eyes

It all doesn't matter when he gives me those eyes...

Those eyes that draw me to him.
Those eyes that call to my heart, my soul.
Those eyes that make me see who he is when he's with he.
Those eyes that make me melt, makes me blush, even when he thinks my interest isn't truly there.
Those eyes that make me look deeper into myself, discovering things that lie hidden.
Those eyes that know what's there based upon personal experience, though he's not always right.
Those eyes that ache with thoughts of my love looking toward anyone else.
Those eyes that beg me for my heart, even when he doesn't know he's doing it.
Those eyes that make me his and his alone.
Those eyes that reach into me and tear out into open all of the pain that he causes me in my search for his heart.
Those eyes that make me more than I feel I am.
Those eyes that have hold over my everything.
Those eyes I would lose everything for, my life, my stability, my basic needs.
Those eyes that tell me he wants to be part of every inch of my life, good or bad.
Those eyes that are a deep, rich shade of brown that turn to an exquisite gold that makes me never look away without awkwardness from my love for the man that owns them.
Those eyes that I love so much.
Those eyes that mean everything to me...

Conundrum

Sometimes I'm at a loss as to what to say to someone after I've blatantly told them the way I feel and the things I'm thinking and they still don't get it.
Sometimes I just need to be alone and do my silly alone things: wax my eyebrows, shave my legs, read my book, chill with my cat, blast my music and sing and dance around like an idiot.
Sometimes the things I do are to release my soul and collect my thoughts. Though they may seem silly to you, they can be off the utmost importance to me.
Sometimes you don't need to understand those things, you just need to believe that they are not only good for me but for whatever relationship we have together: friend, family, lover...
Sometimes I just want you to love me and trust that I have your interest in mind, even if it seems I'm focusing on myself. They are connected in every way.
Sometimes I wish you would see my heart and know that you are the most important person in it, though many would say that you shouldn't be, that I should be or those who have been in my life longer.
I'm stuck in this conundrum for my heart and yours, not knowing which direction I should take down the cross streets that come across the path of our life together...