He gazes into her eyes. Looking past her long delicate eyelashes and descending into the abyss of her white orbs. Falling deeper and deeper. He doesn’t realise it at first, but when he does, he doesn’t fight it. He takes it like a man. A man falling into the eyes of the woman he loves. When he lands, he picks himself up, dusting himself of whatever sediment of emotion has collected. Gathered.
He staggers; drunk, perplexed. Realising that it is futile. The emotion is from within, not without.
He glances about him, realising, for the first time that it is not in her eyes that he wanders. He is beyond that. Past all that.
He realises. He is in her heart and the emotion that has collected has made its way to his own and she…she lives in his.
He blinks. The blink of a man in love.
And then he sees her. As one seeing another for the first time. In light anew. . .