Two Souls Meet

His eyes, penetrating.
Deep brown,
inside my soul, they stare.
Kind eyes...gentle mirrors mask the tears he once cried.
Bright eyes...although once dimmed he still shines inside.

Her eyes, raw..bruised, like the heart she needs saved,
vulnerable and shy, she is naked in front of him.
Warrior eyes that have not stopped fighting for love.

Through those strong brown eyes seep tears of sorrow,
but as they roll down and away..so do past's bitter battles.

Two pairs of brown eyes meet,
they do not blink for fear of losing precious time,
so time stands still...
and in that stillness, their hearts beat,
a beat that seels an everlasting connection,
two souls intwined  
   for the rest of time.

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