Her eyes

What wondrous things are women's eyes
with them you can gather her pulse
They can convey her every mood
and with them alone can you converse

When she's angry there's an icy stare
when she laughs it oh so clear
When she's sad they're dark and cloudy
their beauty marred by the flood of tears

When in love, they're a mysterious void
within them you would like to drown
A single glance can hold you captive
your life will no longer be your own

A lifetime you might spend to win those eyes
until you realize that you've been enslaved
Once ensnared, you are captured for life
So marked, but that which you shall crave

The End

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