Eyes
I hope you will look at me and think I'm beautiful. With eyes that speak loudly when lips are still. Like you did eleven moths ago. As if I was made out of magic, and if you touched me I may disappear. I hope you'll look at me with the passion of new love and the pride of having me by your side. That your love for me will be stronger now, deeper now, more intense now. I hope you'll look at me every day until forever, and that you'll never turn your gaze away.