Another Cry For Help

How is it that everytime your eyes show themselves in my presence, my eyes water and my fists clench.

Whether anger or affection, no matter how far, no matter how close, you will always have magnetic control over me. I wish I could read your mind and know all you've to say, but I know, that even through reading of such, you will find a way to hide things you could never possibly say. So, my dear prince of the dead of the night, I pray you find your way back home, and by home I pray that this is to be my heart. I will never leave the spot you've met my eyes for the first time, as long as you never cry away from this smile that will always stay wider that the heart I've cut open for you on that beautiful day...