Two and a half things I like about you
I like how your eyes bore into mine, like they are the only pair of eyes in the cosmos.
I like it when your eyes smile, when they see me standing at the gates, waiting for me to smile back at them.
Psalm 9:9–11 “The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek thee. Sing praises to the Lord, which dwelleth in Zion: declare among the people his doings.”