I walked past you and you caught my eye.
Your eyes did, actually.
Your sparkling eyes.
All my life, I had assumed descriptions of people's eyes
that sparkled are mere exaggerations.
Till I met you.
For just a split second, I saw your eyes sparkle.
Maybe it was a reflection of light.
After all, it was raining and perhaps a beam of light
shot through a falling drop of rain and bounced
across the surface of your eye and towards me,
thus your eyes sparkled.
But maybe, it really did sparkle.
Maybe it sparkled with a spark of life.
No, with sparks of joy.
Nah, your sparkling eyes probably sparkled with the joyful sparkling of the sparks of life.
Yea, maybe it's that then. :)
