No one had ever quite looked at her like that.
She didn't know what it was:
Perhaps it was the way his eyebrows quirked,
Or the way his lips puckered thoughtfully,
Or the look deep inside his eyes
That showed the galaxy held within those beautiful irises.
Whatever that look was, it made her feel like
All of the stars had been placed in the sky for her.
It made her feel like the sun shone for her;
Like the moon's lambent light appeared only for her;
Like the wind whispered her name.
He looked at her as though her fingertips could paint stars,
As though her eyes glistered more than diamonds
And as though her tears were made of the same water as the ocean.
When his eyes met hers,
And his eyelids fluttered reluctantly the way they did,
It was as though he never wanted to look away:
Not even to blink.
She was drunk from the way he looked at her.