I was awestruck when I gazed upon your dark eyes. It was like flinging open a window and gasping at a wondrous sight – a bright sun shining in the middle of a clear, cerulean sky over an evergreen field where every blade of grass seemed to pulsate with life and energy as it was bathed with the glorious sunlight, while the sun itself seemed to take care not to shine too brightly. I couldn’t help but wonder if this is why the ancients say that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
As I drew my eyes to look more closely upon your face, I was surprised that it was not perfect as I thought it was. It was like looking at the fine brush strokes on a masterpiece – the wondrous work of art is made up of numerous details which by themselves are deemed imperfect.
When you smiled, it felt like the hand of the Almighty passed upon your face. It may only be by divine will that something which has already captivated me could enthrall me further. Oh! How the gentle move of the corners of your lips towards the heavens made me believe that mischievous cherubs are pulling them with invisible strings.
As I gazed transfixed, you spoke and I heard your voice. There was something about it that I could not place. The sound was instantly dear to me and yet I have never heard it before. Hearing it was like feeling the crisp, cool breeze of air at dawn on my face – gentle, yet energizing. Like the sound of waves gently washing upon the shore and water flowing over rocks, it is nature’s music which springs forth not from the efforts of men, but from the grace of the divine.
I felt that I shouldn’t take my eyes off you, but I had to – for looking upon you further is to risk being pulled into a great unknown. Maybe if the right time should come, I will throw myself into that. But no, not just yet. I know the price to pay for trying to own such a thing – it comes at epic cost, one which I am not prepared to pay.
For now, I am content with stealing glances of you.
Nevertheless, I pray that my heart will not feel what my eyes could see and my ears could hear.
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
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