The Language Of Your Eyes

By Bilal Salman Ahmad

You never hold my gaze too long,

like my eyes are the sun

and yours are too shy to stare.

But the truth?

You glow brighter than any sun I’ve ever seen,

and it’s me who can’t look away.

When I catch you,

you laugh nervously,

your cheeks light up,

and suddenly the room feels warmer.

You turn your head quick—

lashes dropping like curtains—

as if you could hide

what I’ve already seen a hundred times.

Because love, I see it.

That spark you try so hard to bury

still flickers in your green eyes—

like little forests on fire with secrets,

like spring grass drenched in morning rain.

And I can’t help but think,

you’re terrible at pretending.

Even when you look away,

your eyes are already telling on you.

And oh, the game we play—

you, acting like I make you nervous;

me, enjoying every second of it.

I swear, if I leaned in closer,

you’d probably laugh, look down,

and tell me to stop staring…

but you’d secretly love that I did.

Your eyes are your confessions—

so much braver than your lips.

They whisper the words you don’t dare to say,

sing them in a language

only I seem to understand:

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

So go on,

look away if you must.

Bury your blush in shadows,

pretend you’re not smiling

when I catch you.

But know this—

I’ll always see you.

And I’ll always tease you for it,

because your shyness

is just another way

your eyes admit the truth.

And every time they slip,

every time they meet mine,

I get to fall in love with you again—

and watch you fall too,

no matter how hard you try to hide it.

By Bilal Salman Ahmad