remarkable

I never found anything about his eyes truly remarkable.

They were simple, they were nice,

No extraordinary mixture of otherworldly colors.

But somehow,

Someway,

He saw the truth better than anyone else.

The stars, brighter.

The sky, broader.

The world, larger.

And when he looked at me,

I knew he was looking into my very soul

And smiling because of what he saw.

What he saw inside of me.

I never found anything about his eyes truly remarkable.

But through them, he found me remarkable.

And that’s enough.