Her eyes fall upon me,
an array of pale blues and silver light.
They hold a look I cannot name,
yet my heart leaps all the same.
Her head tilts,
and a smile blooms across her face —
a quiet sun rising just for me.
No words are spoken,
only our gazes locked.
And I wonder,
why can’t a gaze speak
the truths our hearts keep hidden?
Then it happens,
a sound so pure, so beautiful,
bursts free from her throat.
Laughter.
And I laugh too, helpless,
as the room fills with joy
that only she can summon.
If only she knew
what she does to my heart
every time she enters the room.
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