A cool breeze … a warm thought …
….. Memories of gazing deep into each others eyes … the same eyes.
….. His beautiful hazel eyes.
….. Her beautiful hazel eyes.

If eyes are a combination of green … and brown … and blue … and grey … can they really be called hazel?

Or can they only be called a window into a loving soul?

Like seeing your own soul reflected back with love.

There is nothing on the face of the earth that is better than seeing yourself through the eyes of a person who loves you … no matter what.

Nothing.