Eyes for Love

They say the eyes
are the windows to the soul.
Maybe that's why
he knew her better
than anyone
by looking in those eyes.
Eyes so soft
when glimpsing love,
love for people, places, things.
Every look was forgiveness.
Every crisp glance
was a call to listen,
a beckon to be aware
of the Earth.
He knew her soul, I think,
but her human heart too.
He knew how to touch her
and he knew exactly when.
He knew when to move away
and when to give in.
Her eyes saw the beauty
in insignificant things,
like the pale undersides
of a butterfly's wings.
And the joy of his smile.
If her eyes were her soul
then she was the most beautiful thing
he had ever seen.
For them
there was nothing
more beautiful than love.
So love they did
and did they love.
Her eyes
were green, I think.
"Thank you"
was something she meant
with a look like that.
"I love you"
was something he said
every place they went.
Because with eyes like that,
who could help falling?
He fell into them,
and when they were closed
his soul closed too.
And everyone smiled
to see a love like that.