Through My Eyes
The first time I met you,
I honestly forgot what to say.
For a moment, everything around me felt so quieter,
and my eyes somehow found only you.
I tried to act normal,
but inside I kept wondering,
How can someone be this beautiful?
I didn’t know a first meeting
could stay in someone’s mind like that.
Then I noticed your eyes,
and casually, I couldn’t look away.
There was something in them
I could’nt explain, something I wanted to learn.
The way they met mine for a moment,
I could’nt help but notice how someone’s eyes can be this beautiful.
There was something about that simple glance,
something calm, that made me realize there was more to admire than just her looks.
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Also when you started talking,
I noticed your beauty wasn’t the only grace I could see.
It was your voice.
The way you spoke, laughed, and expressed yourself.
Even the simpliest things you do sounded different coming from you.
And the more I listened,
the more I wanted to know about the person,
behind the face that caught my attention.
What made me admire you even more
was the way you carried yourself.
You bear your own invinsible scars, your own tired days, your own things to handle,
yet you still know how to stand on your own.
You can be soft without being weak,
you can be strong without being cold,
in some mysterious way, you make being yourself look even more beautiful.
Perhaps that’s why our rendezvous still lingers through my mind.
I thought I was just simply looking at a beautiful girl,
but I didn’t know I was meeting someone whose beauty escalate the more I knew her.
Your eyes, your smile, your voice, your personality, the way you carry yourself, and somehow every part of you became beautiful to me.
And if you could see yourself through my eyes, maybe you’d finally understand why, from the moment I first saw you, I couldn’t help but think, how can someone be this beautiful?
