thehabitualwordsmith:

There’s something about a woman’s eyes

That photograph moments in her life

Captured each and every moment,

Good and bad,

In frozen, infinite images—

Intimate soliloquies spoken to no one in particular

But for the world to hear;

Intricately stitched within the patchwork of her quilt.

And if you look close enough,

Deeper and deeper into her eyes,

In a moment where she wants you the most,

You can see them flicker within her irises.

They may not seem to make sense at first

They may be random scenes on the film reel

But if you’re lucky enough

She’ll let you spend your entire lifetime

Not only resewing the fabric of her life

But weaving a whole new tapestry together.

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