alternative title: this took a one way road from poetry to sci fi but only in the last sentence.
they say the eyes are the window to the soul. when i look into you, i see us, each time i look into you, i see my own reflection staring back at me. i tell you this, and you find it an apt metaphor. you tell me that when you look at me, you see wonders galore, worlds of color, of lives, and of countless universes. we smile, as we sit on your bed, and we watch through twin windows as your alarm goes off, and you get out of bed to start the day.
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