Our bodies seemed to melt into each other, as we danced.  The air was full of current, as though we were dancing near electrical sparks.  We looked into the others eyes, searching to see what the other was feeling.  Each of us thinking, am I the only one feeling this?

In your eyes, I saw passion, a bit of lust, a deep caring, but I think the thing that I found the most intriguing was the peace I saw in your eyes.  I have looked into many eyes, but only remember seeing this same peace in the eyes of a small child.  I questioned you about the peace I saw.  You simply replied, "Maybe because you are finally in my arms."

I knew my racing heart and the look in my eyes gave me away.  The passion was burning for you.   Blending with the passion was also fear.  The fear of thinking, I've trusted my heart in the past, however, my heart and the man I gave it to have both betrayed me.  Dare I risk again?  When someone appears too good to be true, they usually are.

When I returned home, I could not get the look of peace that I saw in your eyes out of my mind.  I turned to the dictionary, looking for answers on how to describe this peace.  In my search, I found peace to be:  the absence of war or other hostilities, an agreement or a treaty to end hostilities, inner contentment, sernity, peace of mind; peace (adverb) to one's heart's content, a la bonne heure; all for the best.  Finally, after not being able to really find the exact decription for the peace I saw in your eyes, I decided perhaps you were right when you said, "Maybe because you are finally in my arms."  I hope some day to feel the peace I saw in your eyes.