portrays.

there's a certain look in his eyes
when he tells me he loves me.
it is filled with a patience i don't fathom;
a tenderness...
a tenderness i never knew before.
it is filled with a different glimmer,
a quiet, silent satisfaction -
that still puzzles the both of us.

there's a certain smile that he smiles
when he tells me he loves me.
it is an honest indication of an honest emotion
and i know then;
he adores. oh he adores!
it is a comfort to look upon; a promise immortal,
a kindness unheard, unseen, unventured.

there's another look on his face,
a shadow of gray that hides in guilt.
a loss of twinkle; loss of pursuit.
an impatience to be quickly over with.
Destruction; Death; of that which overwhelms.
aye, there is another look on his face,
when i become uninvited.

saraL*:)