Those eyes

There were a pair of eyes

Which met mine,

Everyday,All day.

Each searched,

As if it would die if the other wasnt there.

Beautiful they were,

Too Pretty to be explained.

I saw love in it,

Everyone saw hatred and disgust.

No one would believe,

Not even those sparkling eyes itself,

That those eyes crazily

Searched for mine.

Just mine.

It was destined to hate mine,

Though,

It somehow couldnt stay without mine.

Dark Brown they were,

I suppose.

It saw in pain

That mine was False,

Or so it seemed.

One fine day,

They let go of my sight.

Thousands of miles away.

Mine still search for those,

But its gone,

Forever.

I hope they meet again

Soon,

Sometime really soon.

Because Life,

Is all about forgiving.