Her Eyes

When I look into her eyes, I do not see the drab, boring grey she portrays them as. I see a silky, bright silver that makes everything bright. I see the moon, full and mysterious in the dark, quiet nightâs sky. I see shades of beauty no human nor fiend could ever possibly fathom. I see delicate love that she is afraid to let show for fear someone might shatter it. And most of all, I see the hurt that everyone around her seems to ignore, but I am here to erase that from her soul. She will one day understand the light I see in her.