Looking into his pale eyes. Some say the way to one's soul is through their eyes. Others refuse to look into those eyes for fear of what can be learned.
His pale eyes were not ones that should be feared, yet ones that explained how pure his soul truly was.
There was no depth that would make it scary and no pain that would would allow you to wonder why.
His pale eyes had a shine to them that revealed the purity was not a sense of perfection but the courage of honest love, a humble human who was waiting for the same set of pale eyes.
He knew there would be one day that the same set of pale eyes would look into his. It would be that time that the two that held those eyes were the others eternal love.......
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Dawn Irene Haschalk
My name is Dawn Irene and I'm from Florida. I have three beautiful kids and a single mother. There is a lot about me that is on the creative side as I love to write, draw, paint, dance, and a few more things. Helping is humbleness blended!
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