She

Her eyes spoke to me more than anything else. The way her eyes focused on me; sparking with the elixir of life. The way her eyelids closed halfway peeking towards me and the blushing when our eyes meet.

Searching me along the corner of her half closed eyes and the half smile when she finds me.

Her eyes.

The way her fingers plays the piano while listening to me is a private concert for my eyes.

Her long hair dancing in the breeze, I just can’t get enough of that.

All my days with her I believed that I was taking care of the little child who she really is; but the truth was that she was taking care of me. Preventing me from falling off to my dark side.