They say that eyes are the window into the soul;
if that’s true, then your soul is the key to my life.
For when I look in your eyes, I don’t just feel alive —
I see everything and nothing, all at the same time.
In your eyes I see reality rewritten for me,
redefined, awe-inspiring, and meant to be seen.
To be seen — I mean more than your breathtaking eyes;
I mean more, even, than the stunning stars in the skies.
To be cliché: I speak of the beauty deep in your essence.
But to not be cliché: your spirit shines, luminescent.
It’s like you’re a star, spellbound, trapped in a diamond —
the center of the universe before it began.
You don’t seem to know all the power you hold,
or why I’m entranced, like you’re made of pure gold.
Well, in truth, you’re not gold, because gold has a price —
not even the diamond in marvelous lights.
I fell for you not from the spell of the star;
I looked further than that, to a thing far more rare.
It’s the reason I wonder and think about you,
the far larger reason I feel incredible, too.
Words like spectacular, stunning, and staggering
don’t even come close to the reasons you matter to me.
The awesome part of that blinding, rare thing
is that you are you — made by God, who is King.
And my feelings for you pour out like a spring,
and the simplest truth is the purity of us taking
on the whole world — because together we’re strong,
and our power’s unstoppable when we think as one.