In the eye of the beholder what is it that he see's when he gazes at love with such an eye of contentment that a glorious smile spread across his face, reaching his eyes and touching his very own soul that he emmits a gentle warmth that touches all he passes, surrounding them in contentment, joy and happiness.
In the eye of the beholder what is it that he see's when he gazes at saddness with such a critical eye that a somber expression begins to make its way across his face, clouding all the warmth that he feels in his heart, reaching his eyes and touching the inner depth of his soul that he emmits a pained weariness that touches all he passes, causing them to pity and wonder about him as he passes by.
In the eye of the beholder what is it that he see's when he gazes at maddness with such a passive glance that a pitiful smile works it's way across his lips and a soft but sad chuckle echos from his throat, an amused look in his eyes and the pity and saddness briefly touches the surface of his soul and he emmits a confusing saddness that touches all he passes, leaving them surrounded in confusion, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.
In the eye of the beholder what is it that he see's when he gazes at comdy with such a hopful look in his eyes that a wonderus smile grows on his face, his whole face scrunched up with laughter and joy that reaches right down into his soul and takes a tight grasp, leaving him feeling charmed for hours and hours on end, and he emmits this feeling of laughter to all he passes, leaving them chuckling and giggling in his wake.
In the eye of the beholder what is it that he see's when he gazes at tragidity with such a mournful look in his eyes that tears begin to seep down his face, unchecked and uncounted by anyone at all, that a feeling of great and deep sorrow reaches down into his soul and clings to him like a guilded shadow, and he emmits this feeling of sorrow to all he passes, leaving them softly crying even long after he has gone by.
In the eye of the beholder what is it that he see's when he gazes at frienship with such a content look in his eyes that a sleepy happy look appears on his face and a heart warming smile reaches his eyes even as he cry tears that are not understood, this feeling of such bitter sweet happiness touches his soul in ways he cannot describe and he emmits a feeling of great longing and hopfullness to all he passes, leaving them touched in their hearts and souls because they understand this feeling as well as he does.
In the eye of the beholder what he see's is a mirror of emotions that play on his face, unfiltered and uncensored for the whole world to see, and he is not, in the slightest, afraid to show the feelings he has inside to all who glance upon his face.
-Kat
