)When I find that woman
whose gaze is more beautiful than her own eyes,
I will know that my search has come to an end.
It will not be because of her beauty—anyone can see that—
but because of what lies behind that sparkle:
a universe without fear,
a fire without permission,
a soul that does not flinch when my truth resounds.
Because eyes can fascinate,
but only a gaze can pierce the soul.
Eyes simply observe...
a gaze strips you bare without touching you.
And when that happens, there will be no explosions of color or cloying melodies,
only a deep silence that will resonate loudly:
“it's here.”