Her Eyes

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.