His eyes, a mysterious island

 

I often look at him and think... Is there anything else more comforting than looking at these eyes? 

Or ever will be? 

It's then when I realize that a smile isn't only used for saying yes... 

His eyes are like a far existing mysterious island that only I can have excess to...

That only I can get to unfold the mystery...

Every time I look at his eyes, I experience a new adventure... 

Those eyes look at me with affection I've never experienced before.... They give me a sense of protection and speak to me in languages that I have never learned but understand when they speak to me....