Tenderness permeates every cell of yours, every hair, every drop of blood. You look into those eyes, realizing that no one else has them, all the others are not deep enough for you. Only these turn your soul inside out, only looking into them, yours light up with a response brilliance and radiance. The most dear eyes in the world. You look in them and drown, melting and trembling with delight, your throat intercepts from the influx of feelings, inhaling, you are afraid to exhale, you are afraid that a cry will burst out of you, tearing your soul apart from emotions, it arises somewhere in your chest and tickles you with light wings from within until tears come in your eyes. Your beloved eyes, dearest, most beautiful in the world. You can look at them for hours, watch how they light up and change from reciprocal feelings, how playfulness and tenderness gradually give way to a fiery fire that burns all the barriers between you, how this burning gaze pierces you through and through, making you ignite with response fire, tremble and tremble from admiration. You flare up like a match, losing your mind and forgetting how to breathe. The look of your beloved eyes lifts you to the very heights of awakened feelings, like a volcano, burning and incinerating until you forget yourself, until you are lost in reality. For you, it is a clear sun, and living water, and a beacon of all life. Without it, you suffocate, freeze and slowly die of thirst.
Your eyes could be MY LIFE SOURCE, MY STRENGTH AND My WEAKNESS, My EVERYTHING ...