I study the smile lines that have been slowly etched into the corners of these eyes over years of life, and I see joy. Thick, brown eyebrows stand sentinel in protection over eyes that can speak so many words without ever moving, without a word being uttered. The warmth of the mouth that is curled up into a slight smile reminds me that even my most awkward moments are accepted, and there is safety in these arms. I rest easy, warmed and content while seeing that not even my smallest move is left unnoticed. Its a love, a care, an interest that is deeper than any that have come before and I am more amazed by this fact than anything else. In these eyes I know I am home.
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