her eyes were his sunset. they were set so deep he often thought he could ride off into them and into her soul. he couldn't go there with her, they were her eyes after all, but he thought if he could reach her insides and learn more about her, he could come back and impress her with his newfound knowledge. but you can't ride into someone's eyes like it's a sunset, so instead he settled for gazing into them. he would gaze into her bright eyes and imagine he could reach her soul. he would gaze at her eyes and smile, because he loved her and that's what people in love do.

his eyes were unassuming. where he thought hers shone, and they did shine, she thought his were modest, unpretentious. they didn't dazzle her, but she didn't want to be dazzled. they were already in love, she loved his eyes. they weren't boastful or ostentatious - they were eyes only for her. she looked at him in the eyes and smiled because she knew he complemented her. her bright eyes and his humble.

while her eyes were his sunset, his eyes were her dark night. the dark night that didn't frighten her because she knew he'd be there with her. dark nights always bring the promise of a new morning with them.