Speckled

Even without a smile she was able to brighten his day.

He knew what it was - her eyes. Deep as the sea, blue as a spring sky, clear as a glacier. It didn't matter that he knew she was laughing, that her cute little hands were covering her mouth, which was clearly curled up in a smirk - is was her eyes that always got him.

Whenever she'd look at him - it felt as if she was looking into him. Not through him, not at him, but in in. It was one of those looks that could warm him to the core with the quickest glance.

In the right light they'd twinkle - like the stars in a vast winter sky. They were inviting. Not only were they warming, they'd also invite him in - to see who she was, feel what she was feelings, embrace him, comfort him.

They were the windows to her soul and he loved when they were open for all to see.