She loves the colour of his eyes.
It’s neither green nor blue but coffee.
Coffee that’s keep him up at night.
Coffee that makes him addicted.
She don’t know what is about him.
But when she sneaks into his eyes
She can see a reflection of her soul staring back at her.
Sitting next to him she loves the way he talks.
She notices his lips curve when they smile or the colour of his eyes as they enquire.
Walking by his side she feels more alive.
The instant connection which she experienced first in her lifetime.
She loves the character and intention that he holds for her.
She loves the beauty of this relationship.
May be it’s the way where nothing else matters when he is at ease with her.