Eyes

I've always been one who is greatly attracted to eyes.

Your eyes.
They look into my own,
reflecting back an intense gaze
piercing into my mind.

I see an abyss
of dark and light
and azure blue,
so bright they sparkle and shimmer
like christmas lights
illuminated in the snow.

Swirls of persistence,
passion and zeal
infect your stare,
hindered only by a minute tear
in the corner of your eye,
imitating colours of happiness,
though fixed in place by sorrow.

And then you blink
and turn away from me,
and I know it's just
a fantasy.

The End

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