Without words, your eyes said it all.
A quiet storm in the silence,
a language older than speech.

The weight of your gaze-
not heavy, but endless,
a current pulling me to truths
I hadn't dared name.

Each flicker, a verse.
Each glance,a confession.
The world paused,
its edges soft,
as your eyes painted
what words could never hold.

Without rhyme, without rhythm -
only the boundless,
aching honesty of a stare.