Her Eyes

HER EYES An ocean may be filled with gems arrayed - With swaying jewels priceless and unique; Her eyes provide the finest true display - The only one I wish my eyes to seek. The brightest diamonds turn each warming ray Sent from the sun to shattered shards of light. They have no warmth - their faultless facets play And split to shreds the heart of sun so bright. Are emeralds - those succulent green grapes In bunches glazed and frozen - ever pressed Into the flowing wine with fluid shapes Of sad or happy tears when soft-caressed? Her water-pearls at evening darkly shimm’ring, Slow glow with morning satisfaction whole, That lustre in the embers gently simm’ring To widening oriel circles of her soul : Warm, gentle, wet, as wavelets on the shore Caress my soul and linger ever more. ............................................................................................. Note This is not a normal sonnet with 14 lines, but a kind of "uber sonnet" with 18 lines and two voltas....called a heroic sonnet.