To Tim:
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Silent orbs of transport
You touch my being deeper than I ever
imagined
Even across a room you can know my mind
As well as I can know it myself
Spoky yes, but calming
Connecting on a level that strong
Speaks of true understanding
As one heart speaks to another
Allowing owners to meld into one
Reassuring as the dawn
That two as apparently different as
we
Can still be so close and harmonious
Never forget that feeling
Like a whisper in your ear, a finger
down your neck
A rememberance of times together in
love
