Her Blue Eyes
There is no artwork,
No painting,
No sculptures by Michelangelo.
That can compare to the wonder of being I feel.
Looking only into her blue eyes.
Why haven't I realized until now,
that I would love nothing more in life,
than to be lost in them forever.
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