Those Pretty Eyes.

Your eyes mirrored my soul. As I observe those pretty eyes in the middle of the scorching summer night, they reflected back your past—your history—totally unfamiliar to me. There is sadness looming but I can see strength. Moistened and glistening, they spoke to me with calmness and concord. They anointed me with such tranquility, such moment of peace I have never imagined I would ever chance upon. Those small, round eyes eased away my pain. I urged you to look at mine and rest your worries upon them. I held your hands tight as I glued my eyes on you to tell you that you can fall on me. And as you closed them, as you put yourself into a sweet, deep slumber, I can’t help but wish for this moment to last in eternity.
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And I held you tight in my arms, like this moment would never happen again. You were deeply asleep as I watched you intently in the wake of the night. Like a soldier faithfully guarding his post, I stayed awake to see that you’re protected—comforted against the unbearable heat. More so, I wanted to make you feel that you can rest on me the moment the world turn against you. I could be your shelter-your least expected haven in the midst of life’s unending miseries. My arms remain open to hold you tight-to embrace your unbearable lightness.
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Teach me, however, to trust in you—to muster the tenacity to reveal myself to you without doubt, without distinction. Inspire me by staring back upon my eyes; provoke me by holding me tight in your arms. And together we shall fly on a new horizon in sweet serenity.