A Sucker

I figured out what it is. I'm a sucker for those eyes. You know, the type that you cannot keep looking directly into. The type that makes you have to look away because the attraction and spark is way too great that you'd jump a person right then and there if you continued staring. Or if it's not the physical attraction, it's the strung out stirring flamed curiosity and hard interest to know everything there is to know about that person because you're already so caught in the currents of his dark irises. (I seem to only have a thing for dark eyes, some green is great too, sorry blue eyes) It's the type of eyes that look like they can see right through you and in fact into you so deeply and make you feel like you're the only one ever for that moment. It's the eyes of an unspoken something is only shared between the two sets involved. They are the type that you can blissfully drown yourself in if you choose to swim in the deepness of them. Intense eyes, that you know must hold so much depth and story (or at least feign to- much to our dismays), are an addiction. Eyes are indeed the windows to one's soul, but it doesn't make a lick of difference if no action is backed up behind it. It's a great shame the percentage of cowardice that which consumes the majority of the human species. And just as too bad that I seem to fall instantly when I too often stumble upon a pair. Luckily as quickly as I whimsically fall, I can almost always hope to eventually I fall out as soon just the same. But god, are they so beautiful to indulgently take in and admire- secretly of course.