All in Her Eyes

There was something about her eyes the first time I saw her. And she felt the same way. We were meant to be.

Monday, October 09, 2006

The smile in her eyes.

I see her almost every day. She stops by my booth and we chat a little bit. Sometimes she wants to sit with her friends; sometimes she sits alone and reads.

He smile is beautiful and inviting, but I can't help but notice the smile in her eyes. A playful quality I see in them when she looks at me.

She is very attractive, with a body that is very easy on the eyes, certainly the kind men love to admire, as do I. But there is oh so much more in the way she tilts her head back when she laughs, the way she flips her hair when she is telling a story, and the way those eyes light up.

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