Though her lips say she doesn't,

her eyes say she still does

love him. 

She looks at him like

she looks at

no one else.

It's cliché,

but her eyes do sparkle

and light up

when she sees him.

When she talks to him,

she can't help but smile,

and her eyes are open wide

and attentive to every feature

of his face. 

She finds that if she isn't with him,

her feelings tend to go away,

yet some unnerving longing

to be with him

silently creeps along the corners

of her heart.

And when she spends more time

with him,

that unspoken love itches its way

back into her mind,

invading every minuscule crevice

it can find.

And she misses him

again.

She still finds herself

staring at him

across the way when she sees him.

She always notices him

and continually rebukes herself for

thinking about him.

But she reminds herself

of the reasons they can

no longer

be together,

though it only provides some aid

in defending

her emotions.

But that unceasing love

still manages to appear,

and her eyes

tell the whole story.