Crystal

I gazed, silent, at my notebook. I gazed for hours seeking a word; a word that's worth your eye colour. Your eyes are a mystic maze of colours; a forest under the sea: ambiguous, profound, transparent, Brilliant! A warm touch, a melody, a breeze that smells of pine, a fresh literary genre, a history, a greek myth I never get tired of hearing. Your eyes are two crystals manipulating colors; Illusive, surreal. Your eyes are worth a million words, yet not a word shall encompass the full charm of your eye colour.