His Dark Eyes

Oh the sweet face with dark eyes. Like the map to the soul, so beguiling! What hides beneath that polite smile?
Oh misery and all it's friends; the long dark nights of crying yourself to sleep. Tears washing away the dreadful lust. For it is lust to want the happy fortune of an imaginary bond.
He does not love you. His eyes flicker over you, dead, lighting upon the small creature you should not envy. Oh how mislead were you. Yes it was his fault but more-so you yourself are to blame for creating him to be all that he was not.
You shall have your cry. Painful and tight the grip of hope on your heart and lungs, that steals your breath when his presence you feel. Poor unfortunate soul. But after a short while you will wake up and feel alone again like a fresh moist air after a quickening summer rain.
All seasons fade away, but it is your choice to keep on loving. Your choice alone.
Don't follow your heart for it knows nothing! It is only designed to make a decision based upon what you tell it. Following it will take you in a dizzying circle, without pity, waiting for you to snap out of it!
Return not into the keep of his eyes.
They are his stronghold, only to be let down by passionate feeling. Let him play about with the keys and fumble with the gate, but return not you to his stair. Don't fool yourself into thinking that is the kind of security you would want. And you are young. There are many more amiable men with much better respect for your goodness. Raise your expectations for yourself and you might be surprised!