In these eyes,are the truth, they see all that you refuse to the knowledge in them, that is reality, that is truth they see, nothing is as it seems....
that innocent love, is not so innocent.... that anything perfect, will end

but isn't that why we are not perfect? nothing, no one is perfect

nothing,
except.... Love

Life, happiness, faith...none of it is perfect, but love is

May bye there isn't life beyond death,may be you just die,

All i know is that what i feel, it is the most perfect thing that i have ever felt , because those eyes,
they are mine