A pair of eyes

And then, everything seemed to stop.

Eyes that never looked at anything twice paused for a moment—just to look back at a pair of eyes.

For a moment, I was starstruck. But soon, a thought crept into my mind:

How is it possible to see the world in someone’s eyes?

The rays hitting his eyes were just so perfect,

It felt like they were made solely to stop a stranger like me—

Just to admire a pair of eyes.

Brown eyes, quiet and deep.

But when the sun touched them,

I remembered—he was born in autumn mid.

His eyes didn’t just hold light; they gave it back,

Showing me a version of myself I’d never met.

Well, I really don’t know how to describe his eyes, but…

Forget the stars and moons—

I saw a billion universes in his eyes.