Behind Our Eyes

Behind her eyes I see
a vibrant playfulness bubbling at the seams,
her charismatic soul dancing beneath chestnut irises.
I witness moonlight leaking out with every thought.
I see a balanced chaos, held in place by her will,
yet humming with a desire to show the world she lives.
I see a magnificent creator
and a beautiful creature behind those eyes.

Behind his eyes I see
a violent calmness akin to cold-tempered steel.
Mahogany pupils depicting endurance from years of pressure.
Frustration lives here, but I see it kneeling beneath determination.
A soul that keeps going even if the mind questions why.
I see ferocity and gentleness within his grasp,
and yet his chaos appears undefined.
I see a storm brewing above a peaceful ocean.

Behind her eyes I see
weariness folded carefully, not as surrender
but as well-deserved rest.
I see an intellect sharpened beyond her years, coupled with a wit to match his.
Her eyes melt worlds while awake,
but they soften in sleep.
Her breathing hypnotizes,
while her snoring amuses the mind.
A princess in her own right, yet clad in the armour of an unknown soldier.
I see her resisting while learning that
Being held is not weakness,
nor is it something to run from.

Behind his eyes I see
Sunlight raining down on an oak tree with roots grounded deep enough to survive any storm.
A calm voice affirming that, with time,
all obstacles shall pass.
I see a mirror that reflects my playfulness tenfold.
I can only catch it in flickers, brief and mischievous, almost like sunlight sneaking past his leaves.
I see passion tempered with the seasons, but never dimmed.
I see pain and pleasure,
but most of all I see encompassing love.
I see a recognition I thought existed only within myself.

Behind her eyes I see a woman.
Behind his eyes I see a man.

Behind her eyes I see my equal.
Behind his eyes I see my equal.

Behind her eyes I see Him.
Behind his eyes I see Her.