Oh, the eyes

Such beauty that lies beneath

Yet, what lies do you tell as true;

Though ever pleasant are they

Nonetheless, I must gaze with my own

To see the mysteries you have shown

 

Green, red, brown, or blue

You cast upon me a glowing hue

Spent in the waves that you spew

Your silent words are toxic; Tender

 

Envigoring passions; compassion; distractions

It matters not the outcome

For I am content with the intent of a thousand stars

The glory of the lights shown within thee

The entrapped feelings you inspire within me

 

What better way to be shown weakness;

No better way to feel meekness;

I can feel your discreteness

Or better yet, your completeness

 

I can hear the quiet roar,

Enticing me to wonder,

How far you’ve made my heart to soar

And how much knees be made asunder

I do not care to know the answer