the look of love
the rush of blood
The look of love is only shown in films, perfectly described in books, and fortunately experienced by those who are in love, so when will it be my turn?
I mostly wonder in my loneliest moments, have I been looked at with so much love?
Because I was always the one to do that. I always look at people I love with so much admiration and love hoping it will come across to them, letting them know that they are loved and will always be.
Although I often avoid a stranger’s eyes while talking, for I have a fear of being perceived as someone I’m not, a fear of being exposed to my feelings, and a fear of looking vulnerable enough to easily hurt me hence not looking at their eyes.
Unless I love you, I will look at you. Because I also trust you enough to look within me. If only eyes could speak then you will know how I felt for you; whether I adore you or hate you or simply love you.
If only eyes could speak then I could have expressed more of myself to you, for my eyes are windows to my soul therefore equal to my heart.
If only you would look back at me then you will know. ’Cause when you know, you know.
So if my words cannot come to you, my eyes would tell it all to you.
In the end I love to see the look of love and I also longed to be looked at with love.
Would that kind of look ever be given to me? Would someone look at me full of love that their blood came rushing to their cheeks and make their heart beat loudly enough to be heard anywhere?
Would my love ever be reciprocated the same amount? or even more?
Let me see the real look of love. Let me feel that rush of blood.
