When You Look at Me
When you look at me, the world grows still,
As if the air forgets to chill.
The noise fades out, the light turns gold,
And suddenly, my heart feels bold.
Your eyes—they speak in silent song,
Of places where our souls belong.
No map, no clock, just time suspended,
In moments where the world’s upended.
When you look at me, I see it clear,
That love needs nothing loud to hear.
No flowers thrown, no skies to bend—
Just you, just me, and time to spend.
It’s in the way your gaze will stay,
Even when words drift far away.
You hold my storms with steady grace,
Like oceans resting in your face.
You make me feel both wild and calm,
A rushing tide, a soothing balm.
No one has ever looked so deep,
Like you can see the dreams I keep.
And when you look, I understand,
Why love is more than holding hands.
It’s being known without disguise,
It’s seeing truth behind the eyes.
So look again, and let me be—
The soul you trust, the heart you see.
For in your eyes, I finally find
A place where love is not confined.
