Within Her Eyes
She has the most sensual eyes...
Deep mocha in color with a splash of gold.
So much is spoken with words unsaid, and within
her eyes apprehension has gone missing and busy
qualm is no longer found. From the moment I laid
eyes on her, I knew forever would be our romance.
My love is deeper than the rustling ocean and I
can see miracles when I gaze into the radiance.
I see nothing but her elegant soul.
For I am lost in her eyes...
She carries such grace as I stare at the wonder
she holds in her eyes. Long ebony lashes curving
just above her brow, with shades of plumb on her lids.
My soul reaches heights and my heart races in
anticipation as to what the twilit night will bring.
Each time I look into the stunning splendor I
am reminded of how much love is given with such ease.
If only I could sketch the magnificence I see when
I see the way she looks at me. The enticement her
eyes carry brings an optical illusion of seduction.
Visionary passion relieves my troubled soul,
a fever of chills runs down my longing spine.
I’ve seen the majesty of Tuscany and found
the way to heaven, and there she is, my beloved.
I was blind before her now my sight has
been redeemed.
For I am found in her sight...
when I am lost in her eyes.
October 6, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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