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...