Your eyes...

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They are dark.

They are mysterious.

And yet I still wonder what's inside.

What you see.

How you see things.

Do you see me as how I act?

Or do you see me for who I really am?

Do you see nature in all it's beauty like I do?

Or do you see something different?

I want to know.

I have to know.

That is why I look.

Why I let myself get drawn into those dark, mysterious eyes.

Why I let myself get lost in your gaze.

Because I want to know how you truly perceive the world.

How you truly perceive me.

How you truly perceive love.

Is it the same way I see it?

Indescribable yet clear?

Or is it different?

I want to know.

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