Someones eyes

Eyes. Eyes are the mirror into the soul, and I have always been a sucker for a good soul. A soul with heart, a soul full of love. Especially when that love is for me. I have seen many sets of eyes with an image of love to draw me in... but only two green eyes have ever really mattered. These eyes could draw me in and twirl me around. They could dance with me, laugh with me, love with me. These eyes could make me blush or make my mind dizzy with ecstacy. These eyes were the first I have ever loved... and the first to love me. They knew who I was, what I was, why I was, more than I could ever even know for myself. But they closed to me a long time ago... and have not opened since. If I could go back in time, I would bring glasses for myself. Through these clear truth-givers I would see where I was and when I would be okay. I would choose then to be okay, and then maybe those eyes would have kept looking into mine.