I know that look; when your eyes trace tge h he curves of my lips and ignite a fire deep within me. How do they do that? How do eyes the colour of i e ce make me but r r rn the way that they do? And even aa s s s we sit here, our tears attempting to quench the flames, why does my pounding heart burn more wildly than ever? When will the embers fade? When will I be dust?