Her Eyes

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Her eyes are my window.
In them I see below the surface into the depths and layers of life.

Her eyes are my compass.
In them I see my heading, chart my course, and forge my path.

Her eyes are my mirror.
In them I see all that I do, how I live, and who I am.

Her eyes are my refuge.
In them I see empathy, my soul finds nourishment, and I am reborn.

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