I can't look into his eyes, not for long...
The feelings behind mine may reveal secrets I'm not yet prepared to share.
I don't want him to know things he may already know.
Am I that transparent?
I realize that I could never get in return that which I'm not even sure I'm willing to give.
So for the sake of my poorly kept secrets, I don't look into his eyes, not for long.
I often wonder who else has been where I am now.
Afraid of his gaze, anxious in his embrace.
Was her reflection more beautiful?
Does he give her butterflies too?
Does she look at him then quickly turn away for fear of exposing the inner truths of her heart?
I can't say that I blame her, he's a man among men and perfection in every way.
I may not be the only one he sees but I must admit,
I feel favored by his presence.
Still, I won't look into his eyes, not for long.
I'll continue looking away in hopes that the love and the passion and the fear and the pain
will all remain
unnoticed.
