It's not a stare
Nor is there any scrutiny
More so a survey of observation
An ascertainment of cognizance
Considerate thought that leverages experience
Measured regard
A recognition that is mindful yet heartfelt
You can feel the diplomacy in your eye's
They chose not to neglect what most can't see
Or find trivial
That might beg indifference
Everything goes detected
'A game of eye spy with my little'
Peekaboo, I see you
Perception wouldn't be the right word
As that's just an understanding
Opposed to knowing and feeling
Perspicacity would be the color of your eye's
A hued camouflage curtain to your soul
Cat shaped ovals
Bury my heart in them
They'll only help me grow
I can feel them over a phone, across an ocean
They recognize me
That I see you