They Speak A Silent Novel.

The first thing I notice.
Your eyes, bright with adrenaline.
Pumped up and ready.
Or calm and collected.
Your eyes, they tell a story.
The most beautiful I’ve ever heard.
Your eyes, they speak a silent novel.

My eyes?
They can’t break away from yours.
But your eyes that speak, they don’t find my own.
If only mine were louder.
Perhaps mine could tell a story too.
The story of you and me, that will never exist.