RAPTURE the look in his eyes... his gaze held so tightly that I could feel his pupils read me like his every blink could write me as if he knew my every crevice; felt like he memorized me, disguised me in his thoughts so he could privately recite me He could solve my every mystery, like a puzzle in his mind he'd jumble all my pieces just to see what he could find can't compete with his stare so my vision remains ablaze as i am caught up in the rapture of his mesmerizing gaze.