The Eyes

The Eyes ...
When the eyes meet
Not all the time
Not everytime
Sometimes
Some eyes ..
Those that seek you out in a crowd
Or ones you accidentally spot
Strangers even
Sometimes

When those eyes meet
Thats where the mirth lies
And how the magic begins

All in a fraction of a second
Fractions
That take you from
Meeting
And beyond to knowing
And rarely
Preciously rarely
Beyond to understanding

Two seconds
Of two pairs of eyes meeting
Can convey a lot more
Than a thousand spoken words

But who's counting ?
Who's noticing the mirth and the magic
That sparkle
and just as quickly
Get supressed

He saw the mirth in mine
I felt the understanding in his
We knew the magic was there
I chose to look away

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